Phases

We are always in the middle of some phase.  No sleeping phase, teeth phase, no eating phase, whining phase.  Seems that as soon as we get a handle on a phase, we already on to the next one and start all over.

Let me say this first, in case Ryan reads my blog one day.  Ryan I love you so very much.

But you are so annoying right now.

You have developed this awful thing called "opinions".  It would be fine if you wanted to do it on your own.  It being whatever we are trying to get accomplished at the time.  Eating dinner or getting dressed or drying your hair after a bath.  "No MommEEE!  Not de hair!!!!"  And to make it worse, Reid is now a fully fledged crawler and invading your space.  Heaven forbid he touches a toy of yours.  And I'm pretty sure you think that the Apocalypse is upon us if he messes up your train tracks.  This then starts the running around with whatever toy Reid has violated screaming "Mine!  Mine!"

My cousin Amy is pregnant with her 2nd boy.  Her 2 boys will be the same distance in age as Ryan and Reid are.  I can't wait to read her blog in a year.

Good times.

-m