Mood: don't ask
Well, here I am again...making another blog. Which one will I keep, I do not know....???!! I like the layout of this one better so I think I'm sticking with this one.
I have alot on my mind lately. Kiersten just started daycare a couple of weeks ago and it's a big change for us (even tho its just twice a week). Its definately a good change, but still a change. And if your a mother, you know toddler's hate change. She does very well after I leave, according to her daycare sitter, but its dramatizing dropping her off in the morning. She clings on to my shoulders and screams. I even gave it thought once to just take her back home with me. But that wouldn't have been right. She needs the social interaction, and I need the free arm. Everyone tells me that she will adjust. I just hope its soon. Something funny the Lady told me was that Kiersten has grown quite interested in sitting on the toilet. Before, she was only interested if you had a book...and it only lasted seconds. Now since she's started daycare, the Lady has a hard time getting her "off" of the toilet! LOL
Xander is turning one next month and I'm going crazy with the party arrangements! I can't seem to make up my mind. I thought I had it decided to throw the party at my moms, but I looked at the invitation list and there is 26 kids on there! (Not to mention my two)...Not that all 26 will show up, but fifteen is enough. So I decided (again) to throw the party at the skating rink. I find it a great idea. Lots of space and no clean up for mom. It works. For now....
I am on my second cup of coffee. It's 2:30 in the afternoon so that's bad for me. Usually I only drink one if I DESPERATELY need it. But today, coffee is my best friend. I slept like an owl last night. Uh, yeah. An owl. No sleep. I don't know why. The only thing that I can figure is that its b/c James worked over and I couldn't manage to get comfy on the couch. I did manage to doze off twice, tho. I berely understand if it was a dream or just my mind, but I remember being in papaw's room. Well, the one he slept in when he got sick. It was completely empty, all but one chair. I was thinking of him, I guess the room reminded me of him. I grabbed the chair and pushed it up to where the bed used to be and pretended that I was by his side again, holding his hand. The room was really dark and dusty, but it didn't bother me. I was still able to imagine him there. But that was all...
But anyways...I don't know if it made me feel better or worse. I didn't really see him. Just imagined I did.
I guess that's all for now. I have to go replay Baby Einstein on the dvd for the kids.