How Will Blogs Go On

I'm still reeling from the loss of my vacation pictures. I cling to one thread of hope that Sexy Beast can find them on the computer somewhere. If he can't, well, I'm gonna cry.

I guess I better get started on writing some blogs without the photographic evidence.

Here's one that there was no photo for. I was upstairs getting ready and I could hear SB, Aidan, and Tyler talking. Somewhere in the conversation I hear SB ask Aidan what his name is. Aidan says, "Ma... uh, Daddy. I always say 'hey wait for me, Daddy'".

Oh yeah, and an example of how Aidan is already smarter than me. One day when we were trying to get out of the house, something that has become quite an ordeal since Aidan thinks he can do anything himself. So this day I decide to take advantage and ask him to put on his own clothes. No can do. He says he can't, I say yes you can, I know you can. Then he stomps up to me and says, "if I'm not big enough to cross the street and get the mail by myself, then I'm not big enough to put my own clothes on! So you have to help me put my clothes on!"

And just a little dandy to spotlight my talent for simply walking around on two legs. I was carrying crybaby Asher down the stairs and apparently I thought that I could just float down the last three steps. Asher was fine, he only cried when the dogs came over barking fiercely to inspect the big thud. My poor toes were in major pain the entire evening, but by morning they were just a bit sore, couple of scrapes. I'm tough! Those of you who know me can appreciate the sarcasm in that statement.