Howdy!

Tis the night before Christmas—right down to the wire!
With ink in the quill, big logs on the fire,
Hot cocoa in hand, not my last (nor the first),
No help from A.I.—for worser or worst!
It is time, once again, for rhyming galore,
As we sum up the year: two-zero-two-four!

Six years in our home, a few projects completed,
Up next? The basement—quite desperately needed.
Milo, at six, fluffy bro and role model,
With Andie out back, together they...

Lo, behold, tis the season for rhyming…
It’s a hot-n-fresh Dispatch—with pre-Christmas timing!
Adjusted our format; a modest fine-tuning.
Kept all the essentials; gave the rest a good pruning.
So warm up your coffee, make a nice cup of tea…
And join us, dear reader, as we recap two-three!

We begin with the good boy, the great golden floof!
Five years of pure joy, all under this roof.
On walks and on hikes, the backyard kiddie-pool,
Lakes, ponds...

Guess what, good news—we’re all still alive!
Now a family of four, slowly learning to thrive.
Milo's fourth year—and first as big brother,
Hovering ‘round Andie, like a fairy godmother.
Toy-drops in her lap; an attempt to play fetch,
Food-missiles from highchairs, he’ll happily catch.

Andie Jane, good gracious, where do we start?
Perhaps through numbers, your life we can chart!
Nearly eight-hundred photos uploaded to Google,
Eleven pounds...

Hold on, the Dispatch? Twelve months have gone by?!
Did we fall in a wormhole, with Marty McFly?
“No way”, you say, “that’s probably not true.”
But December feels like it came out of the blue!
Alright, let’s get crackin'—as it really was fun.
Let’s distill the events of two-zero-two-one!

Milo insists we don’t bury the lede,
He’ll be a big brother, and a good floofy steed!
Name lists and showers and nursery prep,
Gearing up for this...