brain dump

I was glaringly reminded today that I have yet to find "my thing". This seems to be a running theme with this blog....I must bring it up once every few months. Perhaps my thing is having daughters that only look like my husband. I do that pretty well, and doing it twice might qualify right?

I was introduced to the greatness that is this blog today. Thank you Janssen for FORCING me to waste precious nap time reading :) . "That wife" uses a beautiful term called "brain dump". I like that term, and almost daily feel like I have got to stop having the same 3 thoughts running through my head over and over and over again. I suppose that's what this is, since this post was started when I walked in the door tonight, handed Benjamin the baby immediately, and said "take her, I have a couple blog thoughts I have to get out before I forget them". And here I am....rambling.

Oh yeah....I do these....they're cute. I would GLADLY do one (or any kind of cross-stitch, as that IS as crafty as I get) for anyone that would like something. All you have to do is give me the pattern...and maybe ask nicely.

i have a need to gloat

I need to document that at 3.5 weeks old, Samantha has slept through the night twice. 1130-7......two days in a row. I am in heaven. I'll gladly take the kicks and punches from other, more tired mothers, along with all this glorious sleep. Even I can admit that this is ridiculous!