That's the story I'm sticking with with because I doubt anyone wants to read my rant about idiots who think that a holiday gives them free rein to get roaring drunk and fire endless rounds of high velocity rifle fire randomly into the woods. And the F****** cannon....lets just not talk about the F****** cannon.
Instead of me ranting about the difference between having the right to bear arms vs. the right to enjoy a walk in the woods without having to worry about getting shot by some irresponsible moron, I need to address a small typo in Ramsey's birthday post, which Mel noticed right off:
"48 inches, wow! I have had them pictured in my mind at 44 or 45 inches!!
Happy birthday big guy!"
Actually Mel, you are dead on. A perfect bulls-eye!
This Spring, Ramsey has grown a lot and is now taller than his mom....
He measures exactly 45 inches:). (look at where the tape is bent, not my thumb)
While Emma is still 44 inches. Emma has gotten (ahem, cough, cough) quite a lot wider, but has stayed 44 inches tall for the last few years. She will be tuning five years old in just a few weeks so I think she is done growing (Please God, help me keep her from growing any wider - we need all the help we can get).
I asked Ramsey if he was upset about being so abruptly shortened....
"Of course not. I am the absolute, most perfect size. I was the perfect size before you screwed up and told everybody I was a giant and I"m still the perfect size now."
"Well, what about all those other donkeys out in the world who are smaller or bigger than you?"
"You humans are so silly Ma. Who cares what the stupid tape measure says, they're donkeys, they're ALL the perfect size. Well, OK, maybe not quite as perfect as me, but then, who could be?"
Thank you for all the lovely birthday wishes for Ramsey and for continuing to follow us on this journey. I struggle sometimes to find the words and drive to keep this blog going. Each of you reading this right now is the reason why I still do. Thank you for it.