Kyle would like you to know his hand is the most delicious thing he's ever tasted. Or he's teething. Or he's just a regular baby. Basically, Kyle wants to confuse the hell out of you until you throw your hands up in despair. Then he'd like you to know you can't possibly stay frustrated with him. BECAUSE HE'S TOO MUNCHABLE FOR GRUDGES!
I would like my husband to know I need an iPhone. This BlackBerry crap ain't cutting it anymore. I may look better fuzzy and in poor lighting, but my boy doesn't.
And Molly would like you to know she was sitting just across the room when this photo was taken and no one even bothered to ask her if she'd like to be in the frame. No one even bothered to look in her direction. Not even the one who screams a lot. (Not sure who she's referring to. We all scream a lot in this family.)
I would like you to know we're about to head out to Wal-Mart, which would kill my soul if the Wal-Mart in our new town wasn't pretty OK. I KNOW. THAT'S CRAZY TALK. But, the lighting doesn't make me want to hurt myself and everyone seems to keep their shirt and shoes on.
Finally, we'd all like you to have a really great weekend, soaked in wine and sleep and reality television. We would like our weekend to be soaked in the same things.
See you Monday! Or on Twitter! Or at Wal-Mart!
