Yeah, I know...

It's been a while. I'm due for an update. Ronnie is one now.. I can't believe it. Where did the year go? I miss him being all small and sweet and snuggly, but I'm glad he can fend for himself a little bit. He still needs to be able to see me, but at least I can do my Bible study while he's playing with his shape sorters on the floor. Christopher and I are getting along better... we still have our moments, but they're more good than bad now. I'm coming up on 21 later this month, and I don't feel at all like I thought I would. I remember thinking that 21 would be this big deal, I'd be single, going out with my girlfriends, partying all night.... NOPE! At 21, I'm married with a 1 year old. And toddlers don't understand "Mommy's hung over... go play quietly somewhere else." But I will be going down to the bar for a birthday shot, beer, something. Not a Long Island, though. I want to be coherent in the morning. Maybe a martini next month with Sarah when she comes back in town. Still waiting to hear from Jenn about her first doctors appt. I hope everything's ok. She'll be done with her first trimester in a few weeks.

We went out to the farm today... Grandpa is starting to remind me alot of Papa. I never thought I'd say that, but he is. He just seems so.... frail, so small. I remember thinking that Grandpa was the tallest, strongest person I knew, and now he's not anymore. Grandma was her usual self, I thought. Less snappish, maybe, but pretty much the same Grandma. I think she's having a hard time with the move. I don't think she's quite ready to give up the farm... and neither is Grandpa. They seem comfortable in their new house, but still out of place somehow.. I can't quite put my finger on it. Maybe it's because I've always associated them with the farm, with a big house. I don't know. It's to late for my brain to be working this hard. I'm going to bed. I'll try to post more pix of Ronnie in the next week or so.