Wednesday, November 26, 2003
We are in St. Michaels. Joe cried the whole way. I think parents should carry ear plugs to wear sometimes. Joe was tired but wouldn't fall asleep.
The headaches we all had when we got here are gone.
It feels good to be out in the country. Papa Sy is going goose hunting in the morning. Mom asked me if I wanted to go. I told her that I have no quarrel with the geese, though they do poop all over the place.
Joe is going to sleep on the bottom bunk of the bunk bed. He is getting all grown up.
There are a lot of good photos of you out here that I want to borrow and scan.
I love you pumpkin pie.