I think I'll name him ... Larry.

So we moved again. What number is that? Move #103? Well ... okay maybe it's not THAT high of a number. But it sure feels like it when I'm once again sifting through all the long lost bobby pins and pennies under the my bed. One of these days I'll have a place of my own where I can paint my walls yellow or red or blue or whatever color I want. But as for now I suppose it's a yearly opportunity to eliminate excess and support my local Deseret Industries. 

POINT BEING: There are a lot of trees around the new place. My first morning there I was woken up by the most beautiful little chirpings outside my window. Lucky me -- turns out there's a whole family/gaggle/grundle (what do you call it?) of birds living in the trees behind the house! And I mean that in all sincerity -- I love it. I crept out the other day and snuck this photo:

Just one cute little guy up there at that moment. I'll bet he's the one that's been singing to me every morning. My own personal songbird .... perfect!

Next step: BIRDHOUSES. Right outside both windows. A little surround sound never hurt anybody.