Well, this is the year I get pregnant.
This is the year we refinish the attic.
This is the year we re-do the kitchen.
This is a big year.
Nothing is going to be recognizable this time next year.

I was a little sad to see Finn go home. Last night when Rob and I got home there was only one monkey happy to see us. For the past week, there was a huge production every time we got home.