Bill's three week leave period has come to an end. We did nothing significant. Not one thing. I worked. I did the MOPS thing including leading the devotional yesterday. I've gone to my women's Bible study. Trey went to school. We started choir practice for the Hanging of the Greens program in December. We've started an artists' Bible study. Bill has a race he's running with a buddy tomorrow morning that he's been training for. Trey started speech therapy today. Too much going on.
Bill's parents fly in tomorrow morning and are here for about ten days to really sink their teeth into their grandchildren. Bill and I will both be working and doing our thang while Trey is in school, so really, they'll only get to sink their teeth into Leah. She's a sly one, that girl. Just when you think she's oozing with cuteness, she'll turn on you and scratch your face off. She's dangerous.
Bill and I and the future inlaws to our son are going to see Jarhead on Sunday. When we saw the previews at the theater a month or so ago we knew we had to see it. We're dragging our friends to it since we're also dragging them to the annual Marine Corps Birthday ball over
And on a completely different tangent, Trey's first day of speech therapy revealed that he's at the equivalency of a six year old. Whodathunkit? I think he's behind and he's actually two years ahead. Well, slap me silly and call me crazy!