In my defense

This isn't going to be a long one... there is something I think is too funny about Annie lately that I feel the need to mention it quickly here because this pregnancy, while giving me the gift of another life, has taken away all of my memory. It's a miracle I find the door in the morning. So, either it's because I'm catching Annie in the act too often, or she's picking up on my horrible speech patterns, but now whenever, and I mean WHENEVER, you ask Annie what she's up to, she adopts this defensive tone: "I'm just looking at the sharp knife," even if it's something completely inocuous like "I'm just taking my shoes off." I feel bad that she feels like she has to be a teenager already; at least she doesn't follow the phrase with an exaggerated eye roll and humphy sigh.

I hope next week to post some photos of the new house. Annie's cute and all, but have I mentioned the deck?!