I've always wanted a montage. Manipulative music, swelling at just the right moments, framing the moments of our lives. . . ahh, yes if only there were a camera rolling all day everyday. And then of course the film crew, the editing staff and a whole mess of other people who could do the manipulative soundtrack.
Sadly, we've had no such crew over these last 5 years. 5 YEARS(?!!) to the date from when we first announced that there was a dead hippo in the yard. Now would be a great time for that montage. A moment to reflect on how our lives have changed, my how the children have grown, ahhh what a happy little life they lead. Alas, no montage.
What I can offer you though are some of my own highlights. There are stories that I jotted down here that I like to think are great snapshots of our lives.
Enjoy.
I'll just, you know. .
Son of a . . .
Monkey Prayer
My Boy Now?
Can't Love You Anymore
ABC Poop She still picks this book off the shelf occassionally and CRACKS UP at the dirty pig. And yes, she still insists that it says poop. Neveryoumind that she can actually read at this point.
The Hair (and perhaps the early stages of their more recent insistence on being filmed).
Mama Mania
Desperately Seeking Sunflowers
Which gets us dangerously close to present day. And I"m assuming you can navigate these last few months sans tour guide or manipulative music.
And now for another 5 years . . .
By the way . . . It's an honor to have you along.
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