Alone.

My husband left for a Christian Camping Conference this morning and will be gone 'til Wednesday. I know it's only three days... two nights. I know tomorrow is the only day I won't see him. But I still cried as he drove away. We've been married almost 5 years and it's been 4 years since we spent the night apart. I miss him already and he's been gone an hour. I don't know how I'll sleep tonight without him.

I love you, honey... come home soon.

Today I baked cookies with Thing 1. If my husband reads this he'll think I'm joking, because, let's face it - I don't have my life that together yet.

Anyway. We made Pillsbury Ready To Bake cookies. With little hearts on them for valenstimes day. I would never have bought these cookies had my husband not RAVED about some he had. And they are DEEEElicious. If you don't overbake them... they're soft and mushy and perfect.

And now I am drinking his milk out of his sippy cup 'cause mine's all gone.

I should probably be doing something productive... but the warm cookies are calling to me. I cleaned up the boys' toys this morning... I think I deserve another cookie.

Thing 1

Check out Thing 1's eyes....

His lashes are utterly wasted on a boy.

Seriously... he kills me.

Here He Is!

Our new little munchkin was born Christmas Eve...


This is the only picture I have on the computer right now... maybe more later. But there they are, Thing 1 and Thing 2.

Doesn't Thing 1 look cute and innocent? Doesn't Thing 2 look totally weirded out? I imagine Thing 1 will receive this look a lot in his life.

Anyway... we're all doing quite well. Thing 2 is healthy and perfect... well, slightly gassy and sleepless right now, but other than that - perfect.

Life with 2 is sorta surreal (but nice). I feel sometimes like I'm outside my body watching my toddler throw things on the floor while I try and settle the screaming infant. Then there's now... Thing 1 is finishing his afternoon nap and Thing 2 is settled nicely in the crook of my arm, snoring while I type. Maybe the sound of the keys soothes him.

Anyway, while we are all physically healthy, my mental health may be precarious. I swing wildly between "Will you please stop throwing things/screaming/biting/spitting up/climbing into the dryer?!?!?!?!" and "Aw, what beautiful boys I have to cuddle/snuggle/play with/teach/protect/watch grow/make laugh/and love."

Then my husband sends me an email telling me how much he loves me and the UPS man finds me crying. Ha.