'Bout Time For an Update

Blogging just hasn't been my thing lately. But there are some things that I need to post for journaling purposes, so here I go.

Easton has become quite the polite child these days. When he needs to toot, he runs to the nearest exit and sticks his butt in the other direction and says, "I have to fart and I not want it to tink in here." He thought of that all on his own without any motherly encouragement. I thank him because he can be quite smelly.

Teagan is my smiley 14-week-old child. Easton was a happy baby, but Teagan cannot be looked at without smiling. He often has hilarious fits of laughter. I've got the videos on Facebook of him laughing. He is a delight, love him to pieces. I think I just might have the two most squeezable children in the world.

And as for me, something that I haven't mentioned on my blog yet, is that I am on my way to being divorced. I'm assuming it should be official within the next couple months. But I'll say no more about that. My boys and I are doing well. We are showered with love and affection from my family and friends. Grandma and Grandpa and my siblings do a great job of looking out for me and my kiddos, and they have been a blessing at this stressful and emotionally wearing time in the lives of my little family. Thanks to friends, wonderful friends, who have been a great support and encouragement to me for the past 7 months.

Summer is quickly on it's way here in Vegas. How can it be so hot in a place that human beings are actually living? I don't know the answer to that. But I'm a lover of summer so long as there are swimming pools around. I can't wait to take my kiddos to the pools this summer. Now to lose those blasted leftover pregnancy pounds so that I can parade around in my bathing suit. I've been working hard on it. So, soon . . .

Easton fell yesterday and cracked his head open. I was going to yell at him until he came crying, and I saw blood pouring down the side of his head. Poor kid. Didn't know what happened. But we stopped the bleeding, and all is well and normal again. That was his first bloody mess ever. I don't like the sight of blood coming out of my son's head. Somehow it's just not that exciting.

I guess I live a pretty uneventful life. I've been busy with pictures and kids and the monotonous daily chore of cleaning - the chore that never stays done. Why we do it, I don't know. I guess if we don't we'll all be buried under heaps of garbage, toys, and luandry. Maybe then I could hide from Easton when he's hungry . . .