Worst. Blogger. Ever.

Here's the short version:

Since August:

Ian's 12.

Avery's 9 1/2.  A pre-teen. May the Lord save us all.

Emma and Jamie are 8 and nearly as tall as I am.

We bought a new house.

Brian's still writing a book.

Ok, not the same book.

We have a new puppy who likes to terrorize our cat.

We had to have our second cat put down.

The children think I am the "pet murderer".

Nasty cat (aka Reggie) has become much nicer since we had his claws removed.

We had him fixed over a year ago, so he's probably wondering what the hell we'll do to him next.

Got into two car accidents in one day (rear ended by some moron and hit ice and spun out 9 hours later-while driving through the only blizzard Ottawa had this year).

School's almost done for another year and then I will have a child entering high school, an event I'm not sure he's ready for.

I am definitely not ready for it.

Some days I feel like Ferris Bueller..."life moves pretty fast...if you don't stop and look around some time, you might miss it..." I'm trying not to miss it...