The Sunday Evening Post, issue 21

Or, a quick run down...

Isaac is in the stage of ruckus maker.
Isaac: It's getting a little quite around here...
(Makes eye contact with me, Whack)
Natalie: "Mooooommm!!!! Isaac hit."


But he's so gosh darn cute and happy ALL the time. He even walks around the house in a sing-song voice, "happy, happy, haaappeeee" and when sent to time out (this really did happen) all the while singing "happy, happy, haaaapeeee" sitting up against the wall. Sigh. I love this boy.

He and I have been falling asleep to the Olympics the past few weeks. He makes a good companion. He also know he has to be or he'll be sent to bed. But the kids watched the diving events and now dive off our couches. Do you have little divers at your house, too?


We got Natalie's school supply list for school. I'm trying not to hyperventilate.

Jared's MIA. Poor guy. He recored himself telling stories to the kids and they listen to that at night. We went out on Friday night for the first time in months. We went to a little Italian place for Spumoni (a first for us both) and then ran next door to a sushi place. Jared humored me while I tried it for the first time.
Let's just say my reaction was not licking the plate clean.

I just feel so happy for this life I have to live. It's amazing how rough spots smooth out and I just can't wait for what tomorrow has in store.