Hey! Hi!

Why do I blog?  I do not know why.  Okay, yes I do.  But garsh, mama just aint got the time.  Aint got no computer.  Wah (said in my husband's military voice).  Anyway, it's only been a few weeks since I last posted.  Someday I will have my very own new computer and I can take pictures and upload them and it shall be grand, I tell you, grand.

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So what's new?  Lots of stuff!  We've got baseball going--loads of fun.  Did you know that little league baseball is like a step away from the big leagues??  Frill!  It is.  That's why they have practices two times a week, mid-week games and weekend games...holy-camoly we done sold ourselves into baseball slavery, my friends.  My little man isn't sure about baseball yet.  This may not be his sport.  "Can we like, find a fishing league or something?"  he asked.  Ha.  Children are all so different.  They are who they are from the moment they are conceived.  I'm still hoping the boys will color using a rainbow of crayons one day.  "Don't you want to use yellow or green?  No?  You only love black and bats and angler fish and coelacanths?"  Mmmmkay then.  Moms of boys, can I getta Amen?  "Dude, dad, this is like a legit great white shark's tooth!"  Thisismylife.

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Tonight I was speaking to my boy when we were alone in the car.  I've been praying a lot these days.  Or not enough, maybe.  I don't know.  But I had things in my heart weighing me down and  I needed my boy to hear me loud and clear.  In a whispered voice I said "Son, promise me something?"  He said "Depends on if it's worthy or not."  -- Ahem, really?  Lord, why?  I was such an incompetent child.  I'm stretched to my knowledgeable capacity here!  I'm only kidding. Sorta. (FYI - all I was going to say was remember that your mommy and daddy always love you.)

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The little middle bear is all kinds of silliness these days.  His prayers involve his dad's safety and that he hopes he'll be safe from cats.  I don't know.  I need a window into the kid's mind.  Tonight at the dinner table, the boys asked why they each only get one chicken leg when we have chicken.  "Ummm, next time I find a chicken with four legs, I'll be sure to buy it."  As we all laughed, papa bear decides to add "Ya, and if you find a chicken with three legs, be sure to steer clear of that one."  Why is that, daddy?  They both wanted to know.  Hmm.  Men!

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Maci-bear is crawling, getting into everything.  I bet you a million dollars, the girl said Momma.  She claps.  It's fanfrickintastic.  I am not used to the fact that she crawls yet, hence she crawled right out the front door the other day and I was like woopsies.  Hence all electronic plugs, small pieces of lint or toys, and all gazillion bouncy balls the size of her esophagus will all need to be picked up, thrown away, and/or stored properly ASAP.  Goodbye idle baby, hello toddlerhood.  Yes, we have arrived.  But folks, I like her.  I like her so much.  And last night she slept from 6:30pm until 4:30am.  I really liked her last night.  I almost died.  No truly, I almost died from pain in my chest from missed feedings,  as well as from shock that it was ever going to be possible to sleep again.  Yes Ma'am, let's put that schedule on repeat, sista.  
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That's it.  I mean, surely there's more but I've spent entirely too much time sitting in one spot without moving. But now you've got an update.  My sister can be happy, and my friend that said "blog something already" - I say here ya go, mamacita!