teapot

well...

i had sunday lunch with my family today. i was a little melancholy until i decided to talk about what was weighing on my mind. all the recent change. the lack of bright future. i felt bad for crying at the dinner table (especially because joy's friend sarah was visiting from ottawa), but i actually feel a little better after getting that off my chest. joy said "you're not a late bloomer, you're just lesley!" and reprimanded me for calling myself that, she said if i keep saying that i'll believe it. but i don't see anything wrong with that, i think the important part is that i AM blooming. or at least i thought i was, now i feel little stunted.

my mom got me this coaster in the u.k. with my name on it. let me read to you what it says...
Lesley
From the Scottish meaning of "from the grey fortress".
She is petite, desirable, and extremely smart with a good head for business.
A shrewd lady.
hmmm, what do you think of that? feedback? comments?

she was also going through a drawer or something and found some papers where she'd written down some stats for joy and me from when we were babies. here's mine:
head up: 9 weeks
tooth: 4 mos
jolly jumper: 3 mos
sitting: ? (6 mos earliest picture)
standing: (blank)
walking: 12 mos
talking: 16 mos
joy's stats contained more information. you tend to get ignored when you're the youngest. well not ignored, your parents are more busy. i'm finding that even with caleb and joelle, i feel bad that i'm not AS attentive with cabe as i was with joelle.

well i should go. melinda and i are going to the goat.

btw: i miss you.

the mountain is high, the valley is low
and you're confused 'bout which to go
so i flew in to give you a hand
and lead you into, the promised land