Where'd who go??

I'd like to think you missed me, but probably you didn't even notice I had stopped posting.  Still lets pretend you and I, okay?, that you were stoically suffering through the absence of my witty yet poignent postings.   

SO we moved.  From our house, our little finally all fixed up how I wanted it townhouse.  The house that I brought my boys home to, the house where we became a family.  I thought I would be sad, I thought I would be depressed and reluctant.  At the very least I expected to feel jipped at the monetary value we had lost.  Instead I find myself relieved and actually happier here at my parents.  I like people and having two more around to feed and chat up has done wonders for my mood.  Maybe I really need to start that commune.

So here at the Palmer Family Farm we farm mud.  Well not really - we farm pretty much nothing unless you count pottery and wood fired pizza - but to look at my boys on any given day you would be hard pressed to guess otherwise!  Yesterday they had a mud pie fight and they were covered head-to-toe in it and GLEEFUL in their dirtiness.  When did we adults loose that ability?  I, at least, no longer find being covered in mud fascinating and alluring.