Where to begin...

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Yes I know it has been extremely delayed. I have been distracted and very busy with everything that has been up lately.
First and foremeost Andy is fine since his encounter with chest pain the other day. He was fully evaluated and no apparent cardiac issues at the moment. If we could get this house done we could get started on some routine exercise program. I am losing a few pounds here and there I believe from the stress of it all and being so busy all the time so that is good. The house is beautiful BUT and hter is always a BUT it is not quite done yet and I am going to finally sleep there on Sat night. That works out to Tomorrow night. Our new bed arrives tomorrow and ANdy is building the railing that is necesszry for Jack to be there and that will be it. I can wait to wake up inthat new house and with all fo its booboos and unfinsished corners it is ours.
I am hoping tha we will have computer access there before too long so that I can start posting real posts again. I am scamming off my moms computer and cant post any pics so I am saving them all up.
The kids are good. Allie is doing wella t her new school and I LOVE LOVE having her home. selfish me.
Missi si doing good and anticipating her big formal next weekend and I will surely post the pics from the event since it is her first formal. The dress is beautiful and at the seamstress now for altering. wait til you all see my baby.
Jack is definately making strides in his communication. Missi came down the steps tonight and he sturned around and said. clear as a bell, Hiya Missi. Momma Its missi yeah!!!!
I am doing fine just extremely tired and on edge. I so want my space back. I love my Mom but as you all know I prefer my own space. That kitchen is calling me. I have a guy coming to install the hardware and mouldings around the kitchen on Wed so you will certainly see the grande finale of that.
Well Im beat, Love to all and I will start writing again as soon as I am settled.

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