I know you all are looking at the title singing “…dog gone. Oh where oh where can he be?”

Well, I’m not looking for my dog. I’m looking for your comments. I have been doing some upgrading as you all know and I have been pretty upset about spam. Unfortunately in an effort to get rid of spam, I made it pretty darn difficult for you guys to leave comments. UGGH! I am so sorry.

Just when I was getting ready to post all of my lovely vacation photos, just when I was getting ready to share with you all types of life tidbits like my left eye is hurting/feeling funny and my sister thinks I should throw out my 5-day old contacts because of some contact lens solution that got recalled or how about the story of my father in law disciplining my 2 year old and as soon as Papa (that’s what the kids call DH’s dad) turned his back, Khari licked out his tongue and gave him a razz (you know the little sassy spitting sound which would have gotten any of us landed on the floor). Unfortunately, I was not shocked by the news. That little man is becoming/is a buster. Now as much as I’m challenged by his 2-ness, I am equally saddened by the fact that this is it…he, the number 5 child is the Big Kahuna/the Last Hoorah. His face is getting slimmer and before long, the BBB (big-head, big-cheeked baby) will just be BB (baby boy).

Much is going on in the Spence camp. I want to hear from you. Let me know you’re out there, so I won’t be singing any nursery rhymes by myself in the middle of night.