Prunes: Part I. Anyone want to see the sequel?

Deep thoughts from a scattered mind

So it hit me a bit ago that one month from today will be Aubrie's second birthday.

Wow. Time flies.

I started thinking about what characters she would have liked if she had lived... What kind of birthday party she would have wanted... What kind of things a two-year-old girl would like.

And then my heart skipped a beat.

I prayed the prayer before I knew what I was saying, and then I had to laugh at myself.

"Dear God," I said, "Please don't throw her a Hannah Montana party!"

I'm sure He wasn't anyway, but I guess it couldn't hurt to have put in a verbal request :)

Who dat want some lunch and a clean diaper?

Yes, I've been neglecting the blog...

... but I had to share a conversation Daxton and I had tonight.

Me: "Say Mamamamamama."
Dax: "Dadadadadadadada"
Me: " SAY MAMAMAMAMA"
Dax: "DADADADADADADA!"
Me: " Say Dadadadadadada"
Dax: "Babababababababa"
Me: "SAY DADADADADADADA"
Dax: "BABABABABABABABA!"
Me: "What does a sheep say?"
Dax: "Mamamamamamama"

And then I banged my head on the wall.

This kid will be the death of me!

It doesn't get much sweeter than this :)

Party at my crib

BYOG (bring your own g-tube formula.) Shirts and both socks optional. Diapers required.

Who says white people have no rhythm???

Oh, wait.

And I am not issuing another disclaimer about how messy the floor is. I should, but I am not. No one can say my kids are understimulated!