We weren't abandoned after all

This Baptism stuff is all wet

Wow, Are you all here for me?
Grandpa and Pops are cool

Gotta love my Boo

I kept telling Shelby that they'd be back, but she had me almost believing that I was kidding myself. Mike and Beth were gone so long, the very memory of their faces was beginning to fade. It was horrible. When Josh drove us back to our house in Newton, Shelby nearly jumped out the window with excitement. And when he opened the door, she ran past him, slipping on the kitchen floor and through the entire house trying to find where they might be. But they weren't there. It was then that I really began to be worried. Could they? Would they have left us forever?

I heard the car first, when they pulled into the driveway. But of course it was loud-mouth Abby who announced it to the whole town with all that yappin'. We all raced to the door and there they were. O my heart began to race, and my little legs didn't have a chance against the stilts that Shelby has or the youth that Abby posesses, so I just waited my turn ever so patiently. It wasn't long before I got my chance at the huggin and belly-scatching, etc. It was so good to have them home. And a very special thanks to Josh and Abby for keeping us and making our stay at the Pink Street Motel so wonderful.

Ever since their arrival however, we've heard little more than "Simon this" and "Simon that." Beth took so many pictures we've had to give up the rec room and take out a mortgage. Sam's Club Photo dept is threatening to take out a lien against the church until all the pictures are paid for. By the way, how many is a bazillion? Anyway, I snuck a couple away so you could see why they felt the need to leave us alone for soooooo long.