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We call this game face. Roman seems to be testing folks with this look — will they laugh? Will they look away in horror at the baby gone mad? He even gets in a bit of a snort with this look.

I’m starting to call him the Bull Moose … after his grandpa … can’t you see him ready for the wrestling match? Next I need to get a photo of him tackling Cosette. Then you’ll see the future wrestler, football playing Moose-y reincarnated as a tortilla loving Mexican, Okie, California baby.

Finally it happened — ZZ has lost her very first tooth just days before starting back to first grade. I’m posting her note to the tooth fairy here, just in case the tooth fairy is reading blogs these days …

Dear Tooth Fairy,

I wrote you a note because i’m not at my house. I want you to know I’m on vacation in North Carolina at my Grandma Susie’s house. I know you don’t usually stop here so I’m leaving you this note.

Love, Zsa Zsa

I’ve been threatening to start a blog for … oh … about 3 or 4 years. Trying to figure out what to name it, what I would write, when I would write (delay, delay, delay). But now I throw it out to the winds of North Carolina.

I am committing to my blog so I can acknowledge all of the bounty and fullness in my life. I have a whirling dervish of a life. It is very full and too over busy. In some segment of my brain, I feel that writing in my blog will help me thin this out and live each day only doing what is most important to be done (instead of actually adding more to my life!).

Sit back, relax and join me on my vacation to the Outer Banks (which will start just as soon as I can get my flickr badge working)