Julie Lyles Carr

I know I’m outnumbered trying to run this house. And I’m very clear that I’m also out-gunned. Case in point.

That’s 5 of 8. Back at Christmas of ’03. We found a treasure chest yesterday. In the form of a photo CD.

Okay, maybe he is technically a gecko green anole. I just personally like the alliteration of Chameleon Confusion. And maybe technically this he-gecko green anole is a she. Whatever. But this he/she/gecko green anole/chameleon wildlife has certainly chosen a busy place to roost.

There are several things I like about my man. Michael. And by several, I mean oodles. But there was a little something he did recently that made me like him even more.

It happened again this morning. Pre-dawn. Early, early. Our bedroom door crashed open. And a sleepy, disoriented toddler came bursting through, slammed the door behind him, launched himself onto the bed, jumped to the center, landed a la trampoline, wiggled himself between Michael and me and promptly conked back out. While I lay there, heart palpitations rocking blood and jitters…
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