she spun the stars on her fingernails.

"Tired mama." He said. And just like that, he laid down on the coffee table and fell asleep. At least by the time he becomes a rockstar like his Uncle Slade, he'll be used to sleeping anywhere, right?

Its such a shame that now that the kitty cat is asleep the mousey has no one to play with. Time to troll chat rooms I guess.

The only picture my precious cousin was able to get of me at the family reunion.
Eat your hearts out, or something like that.

I've gotten used to long, late nights followed by impossibly early mornings. The blessing of having a little man who's decided his terrible twos need to come have a year early, I suppose.

Last night, her terrorized the place, ripping books off the case, banging on pots and pans, and spent a good twenty minutes just petting my head when I laid down on the couch. The Baby Einstein DVDs were on repeat, pillows and blankets everywhere, anything to get the monkey to hunker down. He kept me up until his body finally took over and forced him to sleep. 3am. And he was back up at 6 howling at the monitor as he scaled the rails of his crib.

Don't get me wrong here, I love my little man, I wouldn't change anything in the world about having him in my life, not even the late nights. It just gets to be a bit much, sometimes, with this phase. I was like a zombie at work today, and Max let me leave early to catch a quick nap before having to go get the little man from the babysitter.

I was armed for a late night. Tonight? That little monster looked at me at 9, rubbed his eyes, laid down on the floor and fell asleep.

Now I'm the one that's wired.

What a life.

she's got eyes that cut you like a knife and
lips that taste like sweet red wine
and pretty legs go to heaven every time
she got a gentle way that puts me at ease
when she walks in the room I can hardly breathe
got a devastating smile knock a grown man to his ( knees )