Holy crap!

I don't even know if anyone checks this anymore. It's been like 17 years since my last post. OK, not really, but might as well have been.

I had the baby... he's a boy. I think we are going to keep him. Though he did have surgery when he was 19 days old. That pissed me off. Well, scared me mostly. But he's fine now. Almost 3 months old. That's nuts.

I'm sure everyone that might actually read this already knows that info.

I love my kids. I get annoyed with them, don't get me wrong, but I love them. A lot. More than can even fit in my oddly shaped body. Sometimes it almost hurts, literally. And sometimes it makes me cry.

My oldest is an amazing little girl. And she's had to be on the back burner since her two brothers have been around. But she doesn't care generally. She helps me. All the time. She'll get a diaper or fix a snack. She'll keep her eyes on one while I tend to the other. She plays. With all her heart. She gets frustrated, don't we all? But 99 times out a hundred, there's no question that she's loving every minute of it. Yes, I get the eye roll or the "But I was just getting ready to...." But she comes through like a champ.

I love my kids.