Sleep

You know, if I could go to bed at a decent hour, my days would be so much better. But it seems that I always find something to do that keeps me up way past my bedtime. For instance, I was going through my old emails saving pictures people had emailed me that I wanted to keep and the next thing I know it's an hour later and I'm blogging instead. How did that happen?

My kids are a riot. My middle one in particular. I'll call him Tornado. He's going to grow up to be a stand-up comedian. He's very matter-of-fact and isn't afraid to tell you what is on his mind. Being 3 years old, he's got a lot on it. The other day he was out playing in the snow with the neighborhood kids and walked into one of their houses, took all his outerwear off, walked up to the dad and announced that he was hungry. Then he just walked to their refrigerator, opened it up and proceeded to examine its contents. No fear.

My baby girl is a pistol. She'll be a roller-derby queen dubbed "The Princess of Pain". If Tornado comes and sits on my lap, then she follows him up here and tries to push him off. If that doesn't work, she pulls his hair or bites him. At 20-months old, she's vicious. She doesn't do that with Daddy.