Needed:

I am in search of a solution to a problem.
I need a magic potion, or a time-turner, or a brain sucker...

verbage of the rotund variety

And so....
there's this thing I love. It's called words. (if you've ever chatted with me you've probably noticed. I mean, Mrs. Walters didn't call me a chatterbox in first grade for nothing!)
*Grapes has inherited this inherent talent, curse, situation. From me, obviously, because my sweet husby is decidedly the strong, silent-ish type. Grapes is a constant dialogue box from the moment she wakes until even after she's asleep (sometimes). And then it makes the doctor laugh when I ask her to talk less. Irony or something.
Where was I?

Two years and counting

This busy little monkey joined our family two years ago today.

For the crazy story go here.

We didn't know what we were in for.