38 weeks. Someone want to play the intro to the Final Countdown for me? That one and Under Pressure by Queen are practically lodged in my brain. Stupid Music. To try to find something else to fill the empty shell that my pregnant brain has become, I have been spending way to much time (and… Continue reading Don’t read this post. Or rantings of a lady with pregnacy brain or rather the lack of a brain altogether.
A quiet evening, so quiet that while I left dinner to simmer on the stove I decided to find out what they where all up to. I am always grateful that my children get along so well, they are such good friends to one another. While the girls do play with each other and the… Continue reading Boys and Girls