I know I'm a little behind in my writing. Emily's 10 now and in the third grade. Wait! That's next year. She only acts like she's 10. Not 10 years old, more like there's 10 of her running around at the same time. Christmas has come and gone, the person who picked the shortest time in the pool on how long it would take to break the new stereo, fountain and fish tank was the winner. That baby can wreck a room even while under direct adult supervision. (direct adult supervision being mom, less than adult supervision being dad) I can hardly wait to see what the new year brings.
Love,
Dad
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