A Series of Unfortunate Events

Due to Grammie's illness which kept her in the hospital last weekend, we did not make it to the zoo, nor will we be going this weekend since Ward has drill. Since we didn't get great photos of our kids pointing fingers at apes and elephants, we will dig up some other pictures from our collection to post here. Hopefully, we will get to go to the zoo soon. We want to see finger pointing and animal noises! And we know you do too.

House: 138 Cotillion Crescent will not come quietly, no. We are going to have to try a new tactic to acquire this home. It is stealthy and agile, dodging our attempts, and it is oh so very sly. A good bum-rushing may do the trick. We will try that next. As for now, our closing has been postponed and the bottom line is that we really do not know for how long. We will know more next week. Perhaps if we employed a certain and very special set of skills learnt by way of hunting Snipe, we might (yes, we spelled "learnt" that way on purpose) be successful in capturing the elusive home we pursue. Keep your toes crossed.

Pregnancy: Is going well. Sward suffers the occasional mood-swing, but that is normal. Right? Our daughter kicks Sarah. Sarah kicks Ward. Ward kicks privates. No, not those privates. We are referring to the privates he works with, privates in the Army, and he doesn't actually "kick" them but sort of whines to them and everyone else who sort of listens while they do something else and pay him no attention, which also is normal. Right? We are still debating names. May is a good name. She will be May Berry and we will name our next son Andy.

This is Sward signing off. See you next week.