Jeez… there’s so, so much. It’s overwhelming to think about all you don’t know, all that’s gone on… This used to be such a great space for me. The problem with time marching on is that the longer you wait to catch up, the more there is to explain. 

So… let’s not. Let’s just pick up.Like old friends that can do that. Because even though time has passed, I am me. You are you. 

I want to tell you about Noise’s first crush. (“I understand all those love songs now, mom.”) (I DIE.)

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He loves to draw, and read, and fling himself around rooms.

I want to tell you about Funk’s burgeoning gymnastic career and the feelings I have about that that are all feelery. (Proud. Terrified. Broke.)

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She’s having a heckuva time keeping her teeth in her mouth these days.

I want to tell you about Squeak’s boyness and no-training-wheel bike riding and nagging demands to play with him. (It’s a really good thing he’s cute.)

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This picture is nothing like Squeak 99% of the time. Because he’s quiet. And sitting down. And not asking me for anything.

I will tell you it all.

I just have to figure out where to start. 

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