Welcome Back George

It all started with mom making some killer homemade pastrami. George Foreman, the grill not the boxer, has made its way onto our kitchen counter for the first time in years. Over the last few days we have had some AHMAZING sammies, first reubens for me with plenty of kraut and pastrami and blue cheese for Travis, then tonight Turkey, bacon and avocado. I got some ciabatta rolls the other day in Dodge and they are so good.

And now, something about the kiddos. We had a good weekend being home. Amelia has started calling dad Bob the last couple of days and she'll turn around and point and say 'you stop it' sometimes when I tell her to quit doing something. Oh, it's soooo sassy. Her vocabulary has really expanded the last weekend. It seems like she's talking in full sentences. Truman isn't saying anything, but I think he sort of shakes his head for yes, it's a whole body shake really.