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One would presume that when a person writes for a living, updating her blog would be no problema. One would be wrong. (And on that point, exactly who is "one" anyway? I don't much care for "one"--they're always assuming stuff, and don't sound that nice. But let's not go off on that tangent.)

So I haven't updated my blog for quite some time. As such, let me catch you up a smidge on the comings and goings of the Greens:

E.G. finally chose a sport (we've been trying to encourage him for 2 years now, with absolutely no success) and is madly in love with it. And that sport is....GOLF. He started First Tee in May, and took to it like a fish to water. Grandma Peggy bought him an awesome set of clubs, and he pretty much shoes them (still) to anyone who walks in the door. We did have to nix his great idea of practicing driving in our backyard...'cause he wanted to use actual golf balls. Whiffle balls, we finally convinced him, are our friends. He now goes to not one, but two sessions of golf, and there could not be a happier boy on the face of the earth.

The boy also wrapped up (gasp) his first grade year in June, much to his mother's chagrin. He had a fantastic year in school, reads like a madman, loves math, made new friends and had a fantabulous teacher, Mrs. Simcox (she gave him a big thumbs-up for using the word "ginormous" in one of his papers). This year I worked it out so that I could take him and his two best friends, Jackson and Grant, to school twice a week and it was so much fun to be the dropper-offer. And Jackson and Grant even let me be the picker-upper of all three of them on their last day of school, too...something about which I was remarkably happy. E.G. and I have a tradition that on his last day of school we go to McKenzie River for pizza, and we decided to invite the Schaubels this year. An excellent plan to be sure--we had so much fun (despite the rain).

My darling girl reached a remarkable milestone a month ago: 30 pounds. Yep, it took her three and a half years, but she finally crossed onto (not over) the golden number. She wants a bigger booster seat, and that was one criteria; however, she needs to grow about another two inches in order to be tall enough for it. Hence, she'll probably get it about the time she goes into Junior High.

Eme is in love with life, her father and shoes. She changes her clothes as often as possible, and her mood soon follows. Her outfits, when chosen by her (or her dad, for that matter) are more Betsy Johnson than Ralph Lauren...and frequently, if not always, incorporate something pink. I have to say that my daughter has a wicked sense of humor, and isn't quite as shy about sharing it as her brother was at her age. Somehow she keeps me young and makes me feel ancient all at once.

DB is still hard at work at the court, but we're always hoping that something will come open in his field once the economy turns back around. He stays busy keeping our yard looking its best (yes, we're in direct competition with several neighbors as to whose lawn is the greenest) and is constantly expanding our garden options. He is rather enjoying, I believe, having the summer off from the Webelos, but will have fun with them again in the fall. I coaxed him into teaching Primary a few weeks ago (he did a fabulous job) and is the most supportive husband that an exhausted, grouchy and emotionally crazed Primary President could have.

As for me, I still love my job (if you have to work, make sure it's something you love, right?) and am always learning something new. My favorite part is that I get to work with our social media stuff, and am their voice on Facebook...meaning I get to talk to strangers and give them free stuff. Yeah, it kinda sounds creepy when I read it, but really, it's fun. People think that I'm on Facebook all the time just surfin' along, but really, I'm working. (Jealous?)

We've been doing lots of stuff as a family of late, and I'll post (yes, really) some stuff (and photos) about it soon. But to wrap things up for now, we're good and life is good.

And...publish....