For Lack Of Anything Better

I am suffering from that strange phenomenon of having plenty of random things to share, but no motivation to actually write about them. Let's just say my lap is on fire right now from sitting with the laptop for the last two hours trying to figure out our routing home in November. The government? Not so helpful. My husband? Fell asleep.

So here. Have a picture or four. You probably prefer it this way.

P.S. Must be nice to be the dad and get the greeting captured in picture #4 every single day. Such sheer joy to see him arrive! Please note the flipped-back hands and neck vein popping out, both signaling the oh-my-gosh-this-is-the-best-thing-EVER! sensation for Wyatt.