They gave me Molly. They brought me Molly. Melissa. Peter. Look.
If each of you could make a point to come visit out here over the next few weeks, I'd appreciate it. In fact, even better if you bring me lunch like old times.
In the interest of sharing, because I doubt Peter is going to jump at it anytime soon...
Looks like Baby Hale is going to have a cousin following a few short months behind.
We're going to need a bigger house.
How long have you all known?
Now that the move is all settled and so much of the family is here and relatively comfortable: I'm having a baby.
Oh my god, turn your brain off I'm trying to teach children.
Anyone mind if I come out there for a day or two around Christmas? I'd like to make my rounds to everyone, but I know realistically I can only probably handle NYC and Hawaii.
I'd be coming alone, if anyone's wondering. Unless Ezra tags along.
I'm not making the
mistakeattempt that I made for Thanksgiving again, but I'll be staying in New York for a day or two. Probably right before Christmas, so I can be back in Hawaii for Christmas morning.
If I come back to one more gnome, I will maim both of you. And I know it's not just Peter, because he wouldn't risk putting one on the nightstand.
I apologize in advance -- the gnome takeover is going to gradually get more and more ridiculous as the days lead up to Christmas. I don't know how they'll react, but Peter's already destroyed a television.
Peter, I need a favor. We had a Santa scheduled to come in Friday before the kids leave for break, but he broke his coccyx. I need you to be his replacement.