Cael is just barely tall enough to be able to stand to pee now, which makes him very proud (and which also tends to make a big mess if not a closely supervised and assisted process).

Yesterday evening, after I helped him "go" and was pulling up his pants, he said, "Did you see that rainbow?"

I had no clue (duh, me) about when he had seen a rainbow, so I said, "What rainbow, Cael?"

He replied, "The one that just came out of my dink!"

I love it when they make me laugh out loud! I am so thankful for my funny little boys.

Yesterday, Diane took my boys to Amish country for the day to run a bunch of errands. They went with a lady from Diane's church and her two little girls. As I was buckling my boys into their carseats after school, we were discussing the events of the day and the following conversation took place...

Cael: Mom, what was that other little girl's name with the pink shirt?

Me: I don't know, Cael. What was her name?

Cael: I think it was Bubbles.

Logan: [Adamantly] It was SOPHIE.

Cael: Oh yeah. But I call her Soapy.

--- And I was laughing out loud because it was so cut. I love how, in Cael's mind, trying to remember the name "Soapy" made him think her name was "Bubbles." It made perfect sense! I had to run back in and tell Diane so she could pass that on to the little girl's mom.

I just need to express my frustration (like Laura did about her skin one time) with my current size. I have the biggest struggle getting dressed for work every day. I have outgrown the majority of my regular pants, although I can still wear two pairs via the "rubber band method", but for the most part, I need to wear maternity pants. However, I am not actually big enough to need the giant pouch. I have two pairs of pants that have the "belly band" thingy, which I like, and which fit, but I confess that I get sick of wearing them over and over and over. Shirts is not such a problem yet...I still fit into most of my long-sleeved shirts and some of my sweaters, except for a few shirts which already no longer button over my chest. But, I feel too big for my regular clothes and too small for my maternity clothes. It's a struggle. Wish I could just wear the big Navy sweats every day. Argh. Ok, I just needed to share that. I can make it through my day now.

On the way home from Diane's today, Logan said, "Momma! We had heart-shaped cookies with frosting on them at lunch today and they made me think of you because I love you so much!!!"

Ahhh, my heart just melted. And to think that someday he's going to turn those charms on another woman...

On the way home from Diane's today, Logan said... "Momma! We had heart-shaped cookies with frosting on them at lunch today. And they made me think of you because we love you so much."

Ahhh, my heart just melted. And to think, someday he's going to turn those charms on another woman...

I think a blog is a great idea. I regularly check in on a handful of blogs...mostly belonging to scrapbookers, cardmakers, or crafters. It's a good source of inspiration. I've also read some really great articles about how you can use your blog entries as a sort of journal to keep track, for yourself, of the events of your family. I have kept a "real" journal since I was in junior high. I'm not sure how often I will remember to update this blog, but I think it's a good idea.

Here's a recap of our busy day...

Woke up early...before 7am...with Logan patting my face, saying "I need to go potty, Momma!" I let him in the bathroom (I am obsessive about keeping that door closed with the childproof doorknob on it!) to go, then sent him downstairs to see Todd. I went back to bed...and was wakened about an hour ...