Windmills

They are huge. Perhaps they are eye sores. They make me kind of happy. They go round and round and generate power, clean power. It's a happy thing.

(I was going to post a photo, but the dial up sucks and this computer is so sloooooooow.)

That hurt a little

This evening I tried to see if I could do a situp. I'm not sure what I even accomplished could be considered a crunch. Yet, I am a little sore.

2 c-sections=0 abs

Do I dare hope?

Did he? Maybe? Do I get my hopes up? Could it be? What else could it be? If it's not, I haven't a clue.

Things that make me happy (in random order)

~My new cell phone (which takes really crappy photos)
~Generic baby thank you notes (that I'm hand making)
~Bye-bye hugs and kisses (Josiah just left for Grandma and Grandpa's till Monday.)
~Sleeping baby (But not for much longer)
~Being able to read my Bible while nursing (I'm plowing through it)
~Flowers (I can't wait to give them away)
~Friends (that's why I'm making thank you notes)
~Christmas trees (decorated by 4 year olds)
~First signs that he is starting to read (Really, he figured out the word milk a couple days ago.)
~Smiles (from my happy children, especially from Adaya)

I have no time to blog

Sorry I've been blog delinquent, on both blogs. I don't really have time right now. I wish I did. I wish I could think clearly.

Sometimes Adaya sleeps well. Sometimes, like last night, she doesn't. She was up from 3-6 last night. Not good. A couple nights ago, she slept 12-7, amazing.

Josiah annoys me. Four year olds like to nag. I don't handle it well when lacking in sleep.

Neither of my children have any patience. I am running low as well.

Sometimes I don't feel like I have anything left to give...