My husband took leave and came home to visit because, if you have been following the situation, the GW is going to be in San Diego for *just* a little bit longer.

I wrote this article back in 2005 about my step-dad.  Our recent trip down south made me think how lucky my boys are to have such a wonderful person in their lives.  While we were there, "Grandbilly":

• took Thing 1 as a "partner" in his worm business,
• made him a Power Ranger out of old milk jugs and pieces of PVC (he says he is going to use it as a scarecrow of sorts since I would not take it home with us to put in the front yard like Thing 1 was planning),
• watched Thing 2 for an afternoon and came up with a new nickname for him - Tasmanian Devil,
• cooked his specialty breakfast of bacon and eggs (bacon after the eggs of course - for the full absorption of the grease into the eggs!),
• shared his oatmeal every morning with Thing 1 AND Thing 2 (eventually he protested that they get their own bowls),
• and basically surrendered any chance of sleeping late as his name was the first thing out of my older son's mouth every morning.

Damn, but I'm sorry I gave him such a hard time growing up!

Wow!  The shoes that launched a thousand tongues wagging.  Feedback and LTEs can be seen here, here, here, here, here, here and...well, you get the point.  Forget about the focus on the Truman crew coming home to their family and friends...let's dissect what a pair of hot pink high heels say about a woman and her husband's rank.

So, I am actually writing from down here in the land of sweet tea and magnolias.  I have already stocked up on some more UGA gear for the kids and eaten at Hickory House (great hole in the wall bar-b-que joint).  That's right - I packed up Thing 1 and Thing 2 and came down here to Hotlanta to visit family.  I also got to attend the wedding of a sorority sister on Saturday night, the impetus for this visit.  It has taken me till now to sit down and write about it though.

How I have two boys is beyond me.  I thought for sure collecting china tea sets and thinking pink would do the job.  Besides that, everyone said I was carrying like girl...both times.  What did they know anyway?

So now I have these two boys.  One is three and a half, the other barely nine months.  The three year old, MJ, is really giving me a run for my money – he is all boy...even down to the dirt under his fingernails!