This is this kid summed up in one picture. If you asked her, she'd tell you that the oven is "hot" and a "no-no" (though it's not actually hot on the outside.) Yet, when I came in the room she was bumping her butt up against it while wearing a pair of misplaced underwear. (And she's obviously very proud of herself.)

Friends

Let me just say that I, and my spouse, are not good friends. And I mean that we aren't good friends to other people. (We're really good friends to each other, because we live together and don't have to worry about keeping in touch.) We are terrible about communicating with other people and thus tend to lose track of any friends we may have had, which is few because we're also terribly shy/awkward. In fact, the only people that we ARE friends with are our family members. Except for one family.
That family is the only family that we've consistently been friends with since we met them in college. We founded our friendship on new marriages and small children and learning about both. Our first years as friends consisted of us living in the same small town and, for a while, 2 doors down from each other. Those were honestly my favorite time of life so far. We'd call each other over for dinner regularly and we'd meet on the rooftop that joined our apartments. It was so fun and so easy.
Fast forward a couple of years and we moved, first to Montana, then to our hometown, 2 hours from theirs. Now, they've moved across the country to the East Coast for grad school I've realized that I took our proximity for granted and now that they've moved, I feel almost desperate to keep in touch with them. I'm thankful for social mediums like Facebook that allow semi-weekly contact to be easy and simple. But, regardless, I still find myself sucking at being a friend. I sincerely hope that when grad school is over, they'll move back to the Midwest so that we can see each other and laugh together. And honestly, I'd really prefer it if they'd move in next door.