I've been really scatter-brained lately. I don't seem to be able to finish a thought or remember a thought long enough to process it or have a discussion about it. So, to give you a little taste of what it's like to talk with me these days, here is the progression of my mind in the past 2 min or so:
I wonder if Kira has woken up from her nap yet. Is it going to be a happy wake up?

No, it's probably a sad wake up.



She sure was cute last night when she ran around the house on her own.

But then she threw a fit over nothing!

She is really starting to look like me.

Man, I hate it when she gives me that "I am so cute and you don't have the heart to yell at me" face. I am so weak!

I wonder if Hayden knows I am his mom.

Sometimes he looks so surprised to see me. But he has to know because other times he looks super happy to see me.

I wonder if he knows who Kira is:

It was funny the other night when I tried to get pictures of the two kids. First they started out cooperative and even tried to pose for me:


But then I kept hitting the wrong button and telling them to wait a minute and hold on a little longer. Finally, they gave me this look:

Oh, my kids are so funny.
What's for dinner?
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