Timing is EVERYTHING...

And even while the previous post was publishing, the tooth came out...

David's wiggly tooth

David's already lost three teeth, and he's getting ready to lose number 4. It refuses to leave, though. Here it is, just waiting to fall out.

Moving to England

If you're looking at this page, you probably know that I am about to be stationed over in England. We're looking forward to it, and Susie has been doing a lot of on-line house hunting. So when she wrote to an agent in the city of King's Lynn, asking if they had any suitable properties, we were stunned to be offered this:
It's a Georgian farmhouse, on the estate of Castle Rising. It's huge, and perfect, and after much negotiating with the landlord (who really is a Lord, by the way) we have been accepted as the new tenants, provided the military housing authorities approve the property for human habitation. Heh.

There are a boatload of pictures here; I suggest you scroll to the bottom and work your way back to the top.