Mothers Day is Sunday, in case any of you ungrateful cretins forgot.

I should be taking a nap now... but I'll blog first. That's how much I love you people.
Brynn and I are getting such a good thing going... a routine, of sorts. And she's sleeping a little more. So that's a relief. Now, if Toby would just sleep a little later. And if I had a million bucks. Actually, I'd want more than a million. Like a million, three hundred thousand and six or something. Because with 1 million, as soon as you spend a buck, you are no longer a millionaire. And I'd just want to hang on to that a little longer.

There's so much baby goodness around here. Little curled up eyelashes and tiny painted toenails... (oh, yes I did) and then Toby with his fat little legs and prettiness. And R2 is great, too.. just no baby-ness. Anyway, I am really enjoying this. I love it. I can't imagine how happy I'll be when I add sleep to the equation.

If I feel particularly brave today, we may hit Toys R Us and the lib-ary. If I don't, there's plenty of cleaning around here to do. Ugh. And Laundry Mountain, should I care to tame it.

And my new accidental discovery - BLUE BELL NEOPOLITAN/NEAPOLITAN/NEOPALITAN... (hmm) Anyways... wow. I could be 300 pounds by Sunday.