First of all, I want to start by saying that poor people can have fun too. And that even though we don't have a car, we are paddling because we want to, not because we are trying to get home. Second, look at my two girls. Who wouldn't want to spend every waking hour with them (in Claire's case, it sometimes requires more than every waking hour, and that's usually when Missy and I argue because we have met our "waking hour" limit).

Third, I have acheived excellence in two areas of my life. The first is photography. I have found that by moving to New Hampshire, all I have to do is point and snap a photo. Simple. The second is bread making. I found this really good slow-rise bread recipe in the new york times. It has four ingredients and I don't have to do much work. Plus, I can use a fork to mix the dough, which means that I don't have to get sticky dough on my fingers.

Little miss roxy makes me laugh every day. She waves and blows me a kiss when I get her up in the morning and then waves and blows kisses to passing cars and anyone we see throughout the day. She randomly growls while playing and always, always dances to the radio and sways back and forth when in her car seat. She also jigs in her seat if I am stirring something in the kitchen. She just can't control the beat that overtakes her.
Tonight while I was getting her ready for bed, she heard her Dad walk in the door and started to shout, "Ninnin! Ninnin!" She will also point to herself and says, "Dad"....don't know what we did there, but she'll figure it out, maybe.