She’s my cutie.

Well, it’s nice to be home…and it’s sad, too. We’re all feeling a little lonely and we’re missing the fantastic Northwest weather, but we’re glad to have our own space again. I feel bad for Kyrie. She asks to go outside every day, and I have to tell her that it’s too hot. Today I said, “But in a couple months, we’ll be able to play outside!” Yeah, try getting a toddler excited about something she’ll have to wait two months for. Maybe we’ll get some pleasant weather before that. I can dream.

Rachael & Jonathan and Evelyn are all coming tomorrow for a visit, which I’m rather excited about. We last saw them in April. Kyrie is much more toddlerish now and I’m eager to see how she’ll play with Evelyn this time. They played really well last time, but Kyrie is communicating verbally quite a bit more now.

Um, I can’t think of anything else to write about. Rick has meetings all day and Kyrie is in her highchair eating a banana while watching Curious George in French. I should do some cleaning, but my back has been killing me as of late. I think it has to do with being 25 weeks pregnant, carrying a toddler around, and recovering from a 2300 mile road trip.