Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Friday, October 3, 2008




It's been a little crazy around here with the floor being re-done and I haven't had as much time to post.  The contractor has been working from about 8-3 and the noise sometimes (circular saws and nail guns) has been a little much for Puddin" Pop so we've been trying to get out of the house while he is here.  He should be finished with the first part by Tuesday of next week, so hopefully I'll get the "Spotlight" in then.  Bare with me through this transistion and things will be back to normal in no time.





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