Monday

It's Monday. The older I get, the more I hate Mondays.

Ryan was gone all last week for work so it was just Kenna and I. Neither of us felt the best but we made it through the week. Kenna was very happy to see her daddy Saturday morning. Apparently his absence has caused her some trauma. She cries every time he walks out the door now. Talk about a Daddy's girl!

This Wednesday will be our 3rd anniversary. Those 3 years went pretty fast. No special plans that I am aware of. I think we might go out to eat or just order in.

Tonight we have a meeting with our financial adviser and Ms.Kenna is going with us. Wish us luck! :) The little chatterbox has expanded her vocabulary so who knows what she will say. All weekend she kept walking around the house saying "no bite, no bite, no bite" and shaking her head. We are going to have to watch what we say from here on out.