Say What?  Maybe now that 20 months have past since the birth of Malachi, I can start thinking about doing things I enjoy again...other than sleeping and drinking coffee. 

I mean, I'm not sure that I enjoy blogging, but at least I feel like I'm doing something creative. 

Although I must say I had a great supermom day the other day - we did an awesome craft, we went to the pet store, I made dinner.  Granted, only Andrew and I liked the dinner, but still, it was there.  Do anyone else's children subsist mainly on cereal? 

And, I'll admit, Malachi was wearing a puppy backpack with a leash so he couldn't get away from me.  Which proved beneficial when he started pushing the snake tanks inwards.  That kid is crazy-busy these days.  I mean, I love him, but look away for a second, and he's gone!  He fell down two stairs yesterday, and got an enormous scrape on his forehead.  Now I receive numerous sympathetic glances and have retold the story many times...so you don't get to hear it.  Suffice it to say, it sucked.

On the reading list lately is: Dee Henderson fiction, Randy Alcorn's "Heaven", the Complete Guide to Raising Girls, and the Unofficial Guide to Disneyland.  I just have such a hard time finishing a book.  Except for anything fictional.  Life is just so serious already.

I'm off to spend a few minutes of my alone time reading the book on Heaven...will update when I receive some inspiration.  And I really wish someone would turn off this horrible music at Starbucks!  It sounds like some horrible Barry White mix.