Julianna has had a busy summer. She went to the beach and has been house hunting with Grandma and Paw Paw. She has also been buying new shoes. I planned to take the camera to the beach to document her first beach outing and the battery was dead. I resorted to a film camera, but now I have to finish up the roll and then take it to the store for developing, then scan them into the computer and then, finally, blog. Man, how old-fashioned.

The IRS has once again decided that they will not change our taxes. I still think that is not the best phrase for informing people of a positive outcome on their audit. At the risk of offending the IRS and inviting yet another audit, I would like to suggest the government send certain auditors to night college for remedial math classes. I will also offer them this little trick for remembering greater than/lesser than signs, the alligator mouth eats the bigger number. Can you sense my bitterness?

On a happier note, we had this conversation at dinner:

Julianna pointing to the dinner guests:

Uncle Don puts his poopy in the potty, Paw Paw puts his poopy in the potty, Grandma puts her poopy in the potty...

Julianna, however, does not

There is finally movement on the adoption front. Our Hague compliant update is done and off to Interstate Compact. Crossing our fingers that the paperwork will finally go to China this month.

Julianna finally let me watch some tennis today. It's hard to believe we are into the third slam of the year and I finally got to watch 20 minutes of a match. We even got to play tennis this week. It was the first time since we returned from China that we got to head to the courts. Thank goodness we mostly had the place to ourselves or we would have been apologizing to a lot of people for our balls in their courts.