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Is It Spring, Yet?

It's still rather cool in DC-land these days, although it's officially Spring, Spring Break has come and gone, and the Cherry Blossom Festival is ongoing. However, they aren't in bloom, which is good considering the windy days we've had.

After two and half months without seeing Kim and Georgia, I was able to spend time with them here for about 3 weeks. Well, the bulk of that time was a visit to NYC. A couple of good friends from MS came up and Kim and I were tour guides for several days. It was a nice visit and good to get away. Miss G stayed with her Grammie and Poppie and, as always, was just happy to be there.

She's jibber-jabbering more, rolling over, sitting up, just about ready to start crawlin' - and 8 months old!

Things have continued to be so wild and crazy here...but just as expected for the first year. So many things had to be built, rebuilt, torn down and organized. Figuratively and literally. But I'm on the down slope down. A side goal of mine is for 9 Online to be the smoothest and most fun department in the building. :)

No progress on the house, either. It's kinda funny how some people already think we've moved and are shocked when they learn otherwise...other folks keep asking, sometimes on a weekly basis...It's certainly frustrating but there's a reason for it all.

Still a bit strange to realize...how quickly time passes...but it's coming up rapidly on me being here a year.

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