Nine

I know I have shamefully abandoned my blog since returning from Montana. All since all my fans are simply desperate for the next edition- here it is. 

I love spring in Washington. Spring and fall are my two favorites. Followed by winter and lastly summer. I've been craving San Diego, which is so bizarre because it's always summer in San Diego. Suddenly, spring arose in Washington and all thoughts of California have fled. I took the girls to the park in the hopes that the fresh air would exhaust them. It worked. YAY! I don't have pictures for you since I can't push swings and take pictures at the same time. Here's one from the beginning of last year...

Being on anti-depressants really reminds me of how scary depression can be. Now that I'm on them, I want to be outside and doing things. I want to keep the house clean. Even though it means I'm picking up the exact same thing I just picked up a minute ago. I want to hang out with friends and write. When I'm off the happy pills, I close up and don't have energy to do anything. The scariest past is that I don't feel like that's a bad thing. I feel like that's my normal state. Feeling bad is right. This is why I feel it's so important to continually bring it up. I want to remind myself and encourage others who feel the same way, that there is something wrong and it needs to be fixed. If it takes medicine, then by all means take it. This is from some one who hates taking pills and will avoid it at all costs. Just thought I'd throw that in for ya. 

In Other News- Miss S has said her first word. Drum roll please: Dadda. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, we have another child whose first words are dadda. I'm happy and sad. All that work trying to get a "Mama" out of her has failed. On the other hand, I'm glad she knows the word dadda even though her dadda isn't here right now. I show her pictures and tell her stories about him, though. Miss M is always talking about him, too. Oh well, there's always next time. :)  

Ok, I guess I'm done talking to myself now.