I started taking Microbiology & Lab, Public Speaking, & Developmental Psychology this summer semester.
I have a pile of things that Vince has requested. I'm still trying to find the time to get a box, write the customs forms, pack it up, and take it to the post office. I can't even get to class on time right now. Heehee
I don't think I need to elaborate much on how expensive I think gas is.
I have an addiction to all things Post-it.
I'm pretty sure these are the same sneakers that I wore in Afghanistan, and after saying that I'm pretty sure it's time for new ones.
Ethan never plays with his mat or bouncy seat anymore. He's too busy trying to walk and make long distance calls on my cell phone. It makes me miss the baby Ethan.
Mom came to visit.
Amish farm flowers are still alive.
Maybe I don't need new sneakers.
I need to do laundry big time. You can't see the pile on the bed or the full basket in Ethan's room either.
My scrapbook room is all over the place. I'm surprised I get anything done in here.
Eight of us went to the Melting Pot to celebrate birthdays, holidays, graduations, engagements, and on and on...
Ethan had some more shots at the doctor's office, but he's always a champ. He really just wants to tear up the bed paper.
And here's Ethan sitting on my lap on my birthday a few weeks ago. He was way squirmy and totally interested in my hair, so getting a good shot wasn't happening. This was the only one in focus.