Originally written 1/18/12

TED,
I am so SO sorry I've neglected my writing to you. I havent actually written anything since right before Halloween and all these things have happened in our lives. Audrey's mommy had baby Clay, We had our first 'Holiday Season' without grampa Dennis, you had surgery on a cyst on your thyroid gland, we bought a new house, worked on it for a month, and finally moved into it last week. You've got a new bedroom, and all kinds of new toys from Christmas (including a dancing baby that has been "napping" since shortly after Christmas cause she danced so much that day, lol).
I have been logging all these little clips in my head of the funny things you say or comment on, and I really need to get them recorded so I dont forget.

Last night you were looking at pictures of Justin Bieber and quite a long stare you asked me to cut out the picture for you so you can hang it in your bedroom. Seriously Taylor? You're THREE! You dont need to start hanging pictures of boys in your room already!
Then you went on to ask me if he had a girlfriend. When I answered Yes and told you her name, you wanted me to look up pictures of her for you so you could see what she looks like. Pulled up a picture on my phone and you held her picture up next to your picture of Justin and said, "They are SO cute!" as if you thought they looked cute together. I couldnt help but giggle at you. (Which you DO NOT LIKE)

Last week you told me, "Grampa Dennis went too soon. . ."
And a few breaths later finished with, ". . .He didnt even get to see my new room, and he didnt take his guitar!?" Bless your little heart. You saw his guitar is in my closet and are VERY concerned about why I would have it instead of him.

Daddy had ankle surgery shortly after your surgery and had to be on crutches for a few weeks, or "cruchers" as you call them. You were deathly afraid of the chrutchers for a few days. It was so ridiculous that it was comical. You didnt want to even be in the same room with them. Since I can remember, you've been afraid of all things 'medical'.

To be continued...