Why is it that the less there is going on in life the more tired we are? Is that just me? It must be because of all the extra emotional "crap" I'm dealing with on top of being pregnant. Today we had what I am calling a 3 hour vacation. We had a 'warm' sunny day and Grandma called and asked if she could take Tyler to the park and to play in the leaves at their house. DUH!! YES!! We litterally just layed around and watched TV but it was so nice! We actually could turn up the volume and visit at the same time! :) It was a much needed break for us and a much needed outside outing for Tyler. Gary's watching the browns and from the sigs and "what the" or "geez" comments I"m hearing I'm guessing they are playing badly or making stupid mistakes or both. Thank goodness for Fantasy Football or Gary would be lost on the sport entirely (NFL- College he loves) :) I"m already starting to think about Christmas. Last year we waited and waited to go and ended up rushing around last minute buying just about everything in a single weekend. That made me crazy. For me the fun of Christmas is thinking about those I love and trying to find them something they need and would never buy themselves or just something fun that reminds me of them. The fun is also in the reactions I get- trust me, you usually don't get much reaction from gifts you buy last minute SO i'm planning ahead! I've got my list together and am working on my card list too. It's time to begin planning my cookie baking! I just love Christmas! In other news Tyler will be 2 on Thursday. I'm just in shock that my little baby isn't a baby anymore. Now all these new illustrations of independance and need for control can be explained by the "terrible two's". I'm worried about what happens when there are two of them. Sometimes I think i'm a pretty good mom because Tyler is such a good kid overall. Then I start to think about not having the time or energy to train the next one. And what if Tyler's just created to be good natured and it had nothing to do with me? What if the next one is a terror? What if I never sleep again!?!? I look at Tyler and realize in the end, I don't care. I will love these kids with every bit of me until the day I die no matter how they behave. Sure, I want them to be good kids. I want it to have helped them that we've made so many sacrifices to keep me home with them. I want it to make a difference in thier lives and for them to appreciate it the way I appreciate my mom. Yea, the next one will prolly be crazy and Tyler will learn lots of bad habbits i've protected him from, but that will be another joy of parenting....something I've always wanted. :)