A babble here, a babble there. . .

I can't believe I've been blogging for a year now. Amazing. Maybe I should finally make it public so people can read it? LOL I love talking to myself though. Or maybe it's just that I'm not critical of myself. :P I find people these days to be very critical. Every little thing because something to criticize about. Which in turn makes me feel bad. Sometimes they know it makes me feel bad, but sometimes they don't. I'm way too good at hiding my feelings... But I digress...

The kids are officially enjoying their summer. And I have to say for the first time, I actually enjoy sending them outside to play! We've had our pool up, the slip 'n slide and the sprinkler and they just run around and get really tired and then are pooped by the end of the night! Well, Emily anyway. Max is another story. He's having daddy seperation issues. Takes him til 10pm to fall asleep some nights. Hubby has been working til 7-8pm and doesn't have much time to play with the kiddos. Max, I think, is more affected by that for some reason. He NEEDS that daddy time. On the good side of it though, they don't wake up til almost 9am most mornings! So I get my sleep again! Woohoo! (We're all in trouble come Kindergarten time!)

I've still been having baby fever bad again. Hubby and I talk about it - or rather, I talk and hubby rolls his eyes over and over... At one point he said we were finished. I was crushed. It was a LONG week. I cried a lot. He felt bad a lot. By the end of the week, he said he wanted to get his MBA and then after that we'll talk. He gave me the hope back. Will it ever happen? I don't think so. So why does it make me feel better to THINK that it MIGHT?? The kids are driving me crazy with their fighting and screaming and tantrums and teasing each other, WHY would I want to add to that craziness? I know why... Cuz I miss my babies. I loved being pg and the newborn/baby stage. I miss breastfeeding and as crazy as it sounds, I miss diapers too. My two aren't babies anymore. They still have a lot of growing up to do, but they aren't babies. I don't know. My crazy mind...