All That Is Unsaid

It seems my sense of humor has been reading a little dark and depressed lately. I am very happy to be settled in the new house and estatic to be planning my wedding. I am thrilled at the forward movement of my writing career regardless of the recent lost opportunity. I am quite pleased at the level of recovery I've reached at this point, although healing NEVER happens fast enough. Eight hours to put the rod in the spine and two years to "regain original level of functionality." I am over the moon at Riley's verbal communication and potty usage.

My house is full of scenes like this:

That's Isaac in the bug costume he made at Science Camp. As usual Riley is looking on in awe.

Or these:

Yup, that's Riley building with Isaac's Construx

It was a Saturday afternoon when this gleeful raiding of her brother's toys took place. Where was Isaac? You'd never guess.

You're seeing correctly, that's Isaac playing with Riley's toys by himself.

Hee, hee. Busted.

The joy and silliness often spills out into the backyard, when it's not too hot.

Close up on Isaac McSpeedy Pants.

Waving hi from her favorite place on earth. Swing!!

So, dear readers take my sarcasm in the spirit it was intended and know that for every frustrated rant I publish I live a hundred joyful moments that I keep just for me. Excuse me while I go tickle a toddler.