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Nikki posed this picture last night as she felt a bit left out since I was taking so many pictures of the teenagers. Heh.

LilZ has had one of his childhood friends in town visiting for two weeks now. She visits every summer and it’s like getting the Gang Back Together. Assuming, of course, that I’m part of that gang and they’re not typical teenagers wishing I’d quit annoying them with the walks down memory lane already! It’s been a great two weeks and as always – we’re sad to see our adopted daughter go. But the best part of this visit? Forgetting she was here.

Wait. That didn’t sound how I wanted it to sound.

Part of why we wanted/needed a bigger house was that every time LilZ had friends over, especially to stay the night, I panicked about waking the kids. They shared one room and it shared a wall with his room. But I also would get annoyed with them waking me as my room was within shouting distance of his and right off the kitchen. This visit? Didn’t even hear them at night. As a matter of fact, several nights in the last two weeks we had 2-3 extra teenagers staying the night and I still never heard them. No small kids were woken up. No parents were grumpy with the noise. All around this 2-week visit has confirmed that this house is perfect.

Except for the fact that it hates me.

There’s the spider bites, of course, which are still horribly irritating. Then there’s the stumble I took down the back stairs one night while holding Wes. This weekend there was a stumble down the front steps which sliced off part of my heel and caused Wes and Nikki to both cry as they watched me bandage it. I’ve scraped my bumper by running into a wall I didn’t know was there and my battery in my car died (like died and had to be replaced) the first week. THIS HOUSE HATES ME. But you know what? It has to deal with it because I LOVE IT. So, it better quit trying to kill me and just learn to love me already.