What's going on lately.

Well...Owen turns two on Thursday. His spoken vocabulary includes probably a hundred words, the most recent major addition being "paci" (which replaced smacking his lips together to mime using said comfort object). His obsessions are pirates, Wallace & Gromit, and trains. He's still trying to coordinate a two-footed jump, but he's great at spinning in circles, and although he's generally right-handed, we think he may turn out to be a southpaw pitcher.
We're starting The Big Move in six weeks. Our UK residency visas are in our possession, and all we have to do now is sell the car and most of our furniture, pack up the rest of the stuff, and clean the apartment. And then travel for a month, arrive in Scotland, find a place to live and buy a new car and learn to drive on the left-hand side of the road and reinvent myself as a stay-at-home-mom and... if I think too much about it, my head will explode, so I'll just leave it to your imagination.

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