Of blogging retirement, that is.
I know some of you drama llamas were hoping for some juicy lesbo sex stories instead of why I haven't posted in half a year, and sorry to disappoint, but I haven't caught the geigh...yet. Although I've been watching a lot of Suits lately, I could totally bang Donna.
It's been a challenging few months here at Casa de Beanie.
We made the decision to put our house on the market and head back home to be with family. My sister had her baby and is digging the mom thing. We hired a realtor and had a ton of cosmetic work done to the house. A listing was imminent
But then Mr. T's brother passed away suddenly. It's been a difficult reconciliation, emotionally for us, mostly for Mr T as he and and M were very close. Some would say that there is no such thing as the Blue Line, but trust me when I tell you, it's there, we feel it and it's gotten us through a very difficult time in our lives.
Needless to say, the pain that my family deals with on a daily basis is horrific. The media is relentless in their attempts to gain access to the core group and it's infuriating when people on the outskirts speak out of school. We have to be very, very careful what we say publicly so other than this post, I won't discuss it further.
On a happier note, Kiwi is freaking awesome.
He's a funny little bastard, likes to sing and dance and play air guitar. He's a man's man - playing in whatever is dirty, rolling his dump trucks through the mulch, choo choo'ing his train along the dog, playing with the hose. The other day, I found him scaling the stone fireplace to gain access to the remote control. And before that? I found him stuffing his play broom into the fish tank, standing on top of an empty laundry basked he'd turned over.
He bosses me around all the time, "Mama, dat one. No Mama, dis one."
But when he says, "Mama, kiss, hug, love", I swear to god, I melt.
I love this kid...like wow.