Ironically, I am writing this from Chicago. As much as I wanted this, uprooting a family is not an easy thing to do. So we'll stay put and fix up the house and keep Texas as our home. I can't complain. We could live in Taxachussets.
It's been a while since I've updated you on the family. So here goes...
Madison is 6 going on 13. She'll be 7 in September. She is growing up so fast. She is all about fashion. Something the old man knows a thing or two about. I bought her a pair of pink Chuck Taylors which she wore to vacation bible school. They were a big hit. It must be the gay side in me coming out. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
She is a fantastic student. (BF moment here.) She won the outstanding student award for her kindergarten class. Madison is a huge helper around the house. Earning dollars all along. The girl is a fish. Spends every possible moment in the pool. She's got the tan to prove it.
Ian is a very vocal 3. Will be 4 in January. The other day we were swimming in the pool and he swam up to me and said, "Daddy! You're my best friend!" Needless to say, my eyes weren't just wet from the pool water. He is a caring, loving, frustrating child. Just when you think you got him figured out he changes on you.
He loves to play the Wii. It is an absolute hoot to watch him play the games. Lifting his feet, dancing to the music. It is more fun to watch him play than to play the games themselves.
Reagan is almost 20 months old. She is into everything. Everything. My mom, who has had her share of grandchildren, said Reagan, of all the 16 grandkids, is the worst/best at getting into things. The other day we found her sitting atop a stack of music drawing on the wall. Not so bad you say. Well the stack of music was on top of the piano. She was about 4 feet off the ground. She made it up there with no sound. We did not hear the building of the sophisticated ladder. She did not stomp on any piano keys. She did not disturb any knick-knacks or papers on the piano of which there are many. The parents first thought is to get her down from there followed very closely by, "Impressive!"
She is starting to talk a lot. She mimics the words we say and says them in her way. Although not quite exactly what we say, she is very close.
Kelly is doing well. I know she's tired. Three kids and a bum for a husband. She is the backbone, the glue, the keystone; what have you. Honestly, all I have to do is go make a living. She makes the living worthy of a life.
I love her more than she will ever know.
