No, baby girl hasn't arrived. She is thoroughly ignoring all eviction notices. In an attempt to keep the home spirits up, Nathan started preparations for planting our yard (aka our sand dunes). I cannot tell you how unpleasant it can be walking through ankle-deep sand every time you need something from your car . . . especially when the only type of footwear that fits are flip flops. Not exactly protective gear against the sticks, scratchies and snakes.
Here's hoping the grass seed takes.
