Just a little tid-bit

Happy Valentine's Day! (Two days early)

It's funny how this holiday changes over time for me. For so long it was all about what guy would do something for me on Valentine's Day, and then it was just what surprise John had in store, and now it is all about my kids. I get John something too, but I'm lucky to get anything from anyone...and that just doesn't bother me at all. So never call it Singles Awareness Day...I HATE THAT!

Anyway, my life is getting harder and harder as time passes. Every night now, I have to put my feet up and make John do stuff for me because I always have swollen ankles and feet, and sometimes if I've worked too hard that day, I have contractions. I am trying my best to keep that baby cooking as long as she needs. I don't want any early surprises. At least not too early.
Brett is always asking me to pick up him up. He is not as heavy as Breanna, but he is more compact, and it wears on my back. I have to pray every morning for patience with the kids because they just don't understand what's going on and throw fits if they don't get their way. (Breanna is a little more understanding).

We are trying to get Brett used to sleeping in a toddler bed. He sleeps in it just fine for his naps, but he doesn't want to have anything to do with it at night. We are going to have to buckle down on this soon and take the crib down so he has no other option. I'm just worried about my sleep. If he's going to be up all night fighting me, I am going to be even more tired than I am now. Anyone who knows me knows I do not function well when I am tired.

For anyone who watches Survivor, I went to school with Joe. The moment I saw him on TV I knew him. He hasn't changed at all. Well, maybe a little older, and not quite so scrawny, but pretty much the same. I went online after I watched to make sure I was right, and I was. It makes me want to get out my year books for fun. I laughed because I still remember in 9th grade I had written on the bottom of my shoe, "Joe Dowdle is FINE". I had forgotten about it, and crossed my ankle over my knee and he saw it. He and his friends just laughed about it. He was always a nice guy.

Well, I'm sure it will be a couple more months before I write again, but at least I write here and there. Most of the time I forget I even have a blog.