Who decides what is too much?

Today we moved furniture around to make room for Nora's outdoor slide in the living room. It will be great fun for her but for some reason I'm already dreading any judgments on it. People say she's spoiled, but seriously... if it wasn't even her IDEA, it can't be spoiled, can it? Anyhow, that's my own issue - why do I try to imagine how people are judging me? If they don't tell me, what does it matter?

Some Foods I'd Better See on the Milk Carton SOON

Random food thoughts (maybe I'm PMS'ing?)

• Was I the only one who loved jello popsicles? There used to be pudding pops and jello pops. And the jello pops kicked any other kind of pops' ass.
• There were some bear claws in Texas that almost justified the state's existence. Here, I've found some "Texas Bear Claws" but only to have my heart broken.

My biggest fear is finding them and learning that they don't live up to the memory like Twinkies and EVERYTHING that Joe remembers his mom making as a child.

Did I mention that I have a cold and can't taste a damn thing? Luckliy, I keep eating hoping to TASTE something.

It's a Boy!

Surprise! It's a BOY! A strapping fourteen year old boy! We have been given custody of our nephew for the time being --- it's strange because the idea has been tossed around for quite a while and nothing ever happened. Now it seems that overnight, I'm meeting with school officials and cleaning out closets and trying to figure out just HOW much a fourteen year old eats. I'm not sure that parenting a one year old qualifies us for this, but we'll all land on our feet. All of those details will fall into place and we'll all grow and learn together. I'm oddly calm about the whole event. We adore him and already know that he fits well into our family. I don't mean to be naive or discount his 'problems', but I just feel really at peace.

I explained to him that if I ever had a boy, I had planned on calling him Robert and would he mind? Evidently, he would mind...

Oh, well. He'll always be Bobby in my heart.

It's a GIRL!

Nora covers her mouth now. She also carries my old purse around and wears necklaces just about every second she's awake. She plays with her tractors and cars just the same that she plays with her "people." She feeds her babydoll and helps her walk. It's not that boys don't or can't do these same things, it's so funny to see just how girl she is.

Even when she's cranky, she's a joy for me. I can't believe I get to witness her life.

Up too late

I can't believe that I've dropped something that benefitted my life directly. It's been like a month? Seriously, of COURSE I can believe it. That's where I totally suck. Whenever something is good for me, I drop it like a hot potato. Ain't none of that good stuff gonna' mess me up.