I am to old to be the New Year baby anymore.  I sometimes feel like father time.  Here I am in my third year, and sometimes I feel like I've been here all my life.

Last week my Great Grandma Schriever passed away.  She has returned to live with my Heavenly Father.  I am sad to have her gone, I going to miss seeing her.  We visited her every time we went to Utah.  I have lots of pictures with her.  She is helping fix a place for my Grandma and Grandpa to come when they leave me.

We went to Utah for her funeral.  It was at Christmas time, so we had Christmas lots of times.  We had it here before we left, we had it at my Uncle Eric's and Aunt Sunny's house, and we went to Uncle Jim's and Aunt Amy's house for Crepes on Christmas day.  Then Uncle Richard and Aunt Kara showed up so I got to see all my Schriever cousins except Jourdan and Nate.  They live in Mississippi. (but, I got to see them at Thanksgiving - - they came to Missouri for the week-end.)

Speaking of leaving . . . Las Vegas is getting closer and closer.  Just a few more months 'til I get to move to a new house where it is warmer than it is in Missouri.  Actually, it will be hotter than it ever is in Missouri.  Dad says there is lots of sand around, and when it rains (about once a year) the flowers are very pretty for about a day.  (Maybe I'll stay in Missouri where it's pretty most of the year.)  Actually I'm getting excited to move and make new friends.

Dad only has one more semester of classes and then he gets to start studying to pass a new and harder exam.  I don't understand how come he will graduate and then he has to take the hardest exam.  Doesn't seem fair does it?

I have been holding my breathing mask when I have to do my treatments.  The vest is pumping and my breathing machine is pumping and I'm watching videos.  Sometimes I fall asleep and still hold the mask over my nose.  I am becoming a pro at this stuff.  It was hard in Utah, because there were so many cousins and so many toys, - I just didn't want to stop playing long enough for my treatments.  But Mom knows best and she makes sure I get my treatments at the right time even if I get mad and want to play.  Once we get started I settle in to my routine and for about an hour and a half I try to sit still so I can finish.  (Nobody knows how hard it is for a 2 year old to sit still for anything for a an hour and a half.   I have so much energy I don't want to stop for 2 minutes.  Sometimes I don't want to stop to go to sleep.  I have so much to do and there aren't enough hours in the day to sleep and have all the experiences I want to have.

I am leaning new words and sentences all the time.  I just wish Mason would hurry and learn how to talk.  I don't understand why he is so slow.  I was talking the day after I was born, and I knew what I was saying.  He just gurgles and gaggles and coos.  I never did that I was born a talker.  Hurry up Mason, I want to talk to you now.