Ok, let me tell you more about me. As I said before, I am 30. Nope, not the least bit concerned about that number! I have a strong passion for reading. I will read anything I get my hands on(except for those mind numbing sob stories everyone fondly refers to as romance novels). I've been known to sit in the bath tub and read the labels on every bottle of shampoo in this house(why exactly does it say rinse and repeat and when do you stop rinsing and repeating?). I use the bath room as my refugee when I am in need of some "me time". I want to shake the hand of the person that invented door locks. Now if only we could come up with something to stop those tiny fingers from curling around the bottom of the door and those tiny voices from entering the room! Now that would be heaven...for at least 5 minutes. Then I would start to wonder what they were up to, since everyone under the sun knows that a silent house means the kids are up to something and usually I don't want to know what it is. Scott(that loving, odd man I mentioned earlier) and I are engaged. We will eventually get married...when we have the time to do things other than wipe faces, change diapers, cart kids to lessons and collapse in exhaustion at the end of the day. Scott is a great man. He's a great father. He's just a little odd from time to time. Nothing I can say would pin it down exactly. He gets in his "woman moods" (what I fondly refer to his bad moods as) and mopes around the house for a few days. I swear...men do experience PMS! Honestly!!!! LOL! My kids....well.....they are kids. Amber is 6 going on 16. She thinks she knows it all and no one is right. She has mastered the art of whining and complaining. But she is still my sunshine. She still wakes up every morning with a smile and a kiss for her mother. She still tells me she loves me more times than I can count in one day. She still hugs me and kisses me good-night before she goes to bed. Soon enough she will think I am the most uncool mom on the planet. For now I am basking in the glow of maternal coolness! Christopher is my dare devil. Nothing phases him. Staples in his head didn't slow him down. I have come to the conclussion that nuclear holocost wouldn't even slow him down. Hyper as he is...he is still my sweet baby boy. I'll forever look at him and see him as he was the day he was born...so sweet, pure and innocent. Faith is my baby. My last born. The baby of our family. She makes my days so much brighter. I look forward to her waking up every morning. She has a wide, toothless grin for me every morning...regardless of how she feels. She looks at me through innocent eyes and entrusts me with her growth and wellbeing! How could it get any better than that? It can't.
Ok, so I think I may have taken enough of your time. Thanks for reading!