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I can't type on my iPhone

My typing skills using the touchscreen on my iPhone are beyond atrocious. Which is what has kept me from posting during the last 2+ weeks, while we have been here in CA.

It's a shame, that I haven't been able to write about what a wonderful trip it's been, how great Matthew has been doing (he's been so in control of himself, so able to get back in control almost instantly when something does upset him; plus this child who wouldn't put his face in the water last year has now taught himself to do underwater backflips!), how much Tessa has been loving all the little sewing and cooking projects she's been doing with my mom, how absolutely to die for cute and hilarious my one year old grandniece Sydney is, how much fun I've had hanging out with my homegirls and my family, and most of all, what a great time Ross and I had together on our trip alone to San Diego, where we saw Green Day live, and how the time we spent made me feel happier and more giddily in love with him than I have in years.

I've really wanted to talk about all this, in much more than one long Joan Didion-esque sentence, but you have no idea how much time and effort has gone into typing this little post. I cannot type on my iPhone; I do not text. I would be a miserable failure as a teenage girl these days.