The Best Medicine

So, I've been a little stressed lately. Having extra kids at your house tends to do that. However, the parents are coming home today and so that will soon be a 'happy?' memory.

I've also been stressed about the upcoming election, but that has also been allieviated due to a bit of comic relief. On Friday night, a good friend dressed up as a Republican hoping to win the scariest costume award: complete with a sign that said "drill baby drill," a very Bush-esque quality about his entire ensemble & a few buttons on his lapel. My personal favorite was one with Sarah Palin's picture and "You Go Girl!" on it. Then, just this morning, I received the following comic. Whatever your political views, I hope you enjoy the humor of both. (Don't forget to vote!)So, with a little bit of Diet Dr. Pepper at my side (Thanks, Hillary!), and a chuckle on my lips, I bid adieu to my forgotten stresses. :)

Baby Train

As Hubby & I were waking up this morning, he rolled over to me and I asked him what he had on his schedule today. He jokingly replied, "Making babies." I think I surprised him by how quickly I shot that one down. :)

So, that brings me to my question I'm shooting off into oblivion. How do you know if you are really done having kids? Everyone always says, "Oh, you'll know." OK... Really. HOW!??!

There. Stew about that dark oblivion.

Incredible 'Feet'

A is FINALLY walking. He is 15 months and decided on Sunday, (after literally running behind his little push bike) that he wasn't going to fall and decided to try his hand at walking across the entire downstairs without so much as a hesitation. He is so proud of himself. Every time he starts out, he just starts giggling. Its like he's all, "Check me OUT!" It's pretty fun. So, yeah for me and not having to worry if he's going to have developmental issues. Now if I can just keep up with all three of them...