We’ll only be here for a few more weeks and most of the packing has yet to be done.

Allergies are still bugging me. I’m sneezing and sniffing as I type this.

Antonio loves rolling onto his tummy. Every time I put him on his back, he immediately rolls over.

Kyrie keeps saying, “I see Esther in a few weeks.” She’s been saying this every few minutes. I don’t think she understands the concept of a few weeks, though, because when she woke up she asked if we were going to Esther’s house. She also said, a few nights ago, “I miss Esther and Grandma Lisa. I LOVE them…SO much!” Last night, it was, “I see Uncle Forrest in a few weeks? I see Auntie Bekah in a few weeks? I see Noelle in a few weeks? I see the puppy in a few weeks? I see David in a few weeks? I see Timothy in a few weeks?” AHHH! She doesn’t. stop. talking.

She also said to Rick last night, “I need to go.” He asked her where, and she replied, “I go to work. No…I too little to go to work. Papa go to work. Papa’s big.”