Well, we had a great time in Vegas, all five of us. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, except in the case of my single girlfriend who now has a picture onstage with the "Thunder from Down Under". Don't ask. My college roommate hung in there pretty well for the trip, and she was able to do almost everything with us. That's about all I'm going to write about her because I doubt she'd appreciate having all the details of her medical problems on the innernets. Another girlfriend I was with just found out that her husband is having an affair (bastard! I could strange him), so let's just say that I'm feeling pretty good (relieved?) to have the life I do right now. Not that I wasn't before, but there's something about hearing other people's problems that makes you glad you don't have those problems yourself.
OK, now that I've made NO SENSE whatsoever, I just wanted to write a little about my sweet daughter. Who will be two-and-a-half soon! My GOD, the cuteness! I still kiss her sweet cheeks as much as ever, it's just getting harder to capture her to do so. She's taken to singing in the car, her own versions of popular children's songs.
"Old MacDonald had a farm, e-i-e-i-o....and on that farm he had a...PIG!...oink, oink, here, oink, oink there, e-i-e-i-oooo."
She can say her a-b-c's the whole way through but gets a little tripped up on l-m-n-o-p. Sounds more like elle-m-no-pee. Cracks me up inside every time.
She's counting, but for some reason 11 is the number she chooses to stop on. Not 10, not 12. Go figure.
We're working on the whole potty training thing. She's gone poopy on the potty once at home so far, but she'll go at school just fine. I'm considering having a few of her friends come over to go potty with her - peer pressure seems to be where it's at. ;-) Hopefully in 20-plus years when she's in Vegas with her girlfriends, she won't get onstage for a picture with Thunder From Down Under. Because peer pressure is not always a good thing.