I’ve been kind of a wreck lately with a
persistent (chronic, says the doc) sciatica and too much mental
time on my hands to debate every minuscule decision I make.
Since when am I such a worrier?? But when I get too crabby I
try to step back and realize what a wonderful life I have. Food
in the cabinets, gas in the car (cars!), a nice, warm, safe
roof over my head. Life is good.

It’s been really neat watch Lex with our 3yr
old. He is so analytical and precise and she has such an
imagination. We made biscuits today and Lex and I always use
the alphabet cookie cutters. She wanted to use hearts and it
kind of threw Lex for a loop. Then she started insisting the
“V” cutter was a heart and the “D” was a window and he just
stared at her with such a “what the hell are you saying???”
kind of look. It was great. I think this is really good for
him.

Eve is on the go these days, and starting to let
go. I’ve seen her stand, unassisted, for several seconds before
plopping on her padded bum. You can also take her hand (just
one) and she will walk across the room with you. Assuming she
wants to go that way, of course :) Otherwise she plops right
down and keeps at whatever she was doing (like eating a book or
banging on the tv!) Tonight while we were reading bedtime
stories she was on my lap jabbering away, rubbing Lex’s head,
saying “gentle” (in her own way), and chewing on my face and
neck. She was so entertaining that I was having trouble reading
the stories. Fortunately Lex was equally amused and was holding
her hand and being playful.

How is it
possible that I get so down?? (rhetorical question, of course,
I know the answers)