I am in deep, deep, deep, deep mourning. Downton Abbey is over. My life is not worth living anymore. I have nothing to look forward to during the long winter nights. I’ve been with Downton Abbey longer than I’ve been married and it’s rude of them to decide our relationship isn’t worth continuing.  

Annabelle’s birthday is this month. I feel like she was born last week but at the same time like she’s been here for five years. I designed her party invitations and uploaded them to the Kinko’s website to be printed. They asked if I wanted them printed on paper approved by the Forest Stewardship Council. The only stewardship I’m interested in is trying not to spend all the party money on decorations. Annabelle talks about it almost every day. “I have a Pooh Bear party! My fwends come to my party. And Rachel come. And Amos come. It be so fun!” I wanted to be ahead of the game and bought fabric to make her party outfit when we still lived in Tennessee. We moved seven months ago and the fabric is still sitting on the shelf and I’ve made absolutely no progress on it. She still fits into the onesie from her first birthday party so at this rate we’ll be recycling that outfit. 




Speaking of being fully prepared for things, here’s AB’s birthday gift in all it’s glory:

Look at all those baskets and general junk we haven’t touched since we moved. Correction. We have touched them, but just enough to move them from one side of the garage to another.

Look who discovered bubbles! Best day ever!