I got up at the ungodly hour of 6:30 this morning because, well, I’m pregnent, and the baby was using my bladder as a trampoline.
As soon as I get up, Katiana is up. Then Jordan follows right after that. Come on kids, it’s my day to sleep in!
They start off the morning fighting, I swear they fight like teenagers, not like a 2 year old and a 7 year old. Though I’ll give Jordan credit, he really just wanted to be by himself. Katiana kept running up to me screaming, “Jordan won’t pway with me!” She kept yelling at him, “Pway with me!” So, finally she picks up this thing that pumps up excersise balls and wings it at him. BONK! Right in the back of the head. So then he is crying, and Kat is saying, “sowwy Jordan,” trying to love him, which he wants nothing to do with. AAAGH!
She can be so mean! She bites, she hits, she throws things.

Some Scrap Freebies

I’m addicted to scrapping I tell you. You think I’d have a lot more pages done, but I just need to go through my pictures. I think I have 8 gigs of scrap stuff on my slave drive at this point. Who knows if I’ll ever use it all. But there are so many talented designers, and so many beautiful things, and so many ideas in my head, that I haven’t done anything with yet.

I have an absolute beautiful friend, Cazzie, who has been such a wonderful support recently through all this stuff that has been going on. She sent me some interesting information on another take of children misdiagnosed with ADHD. I thought that it was neat and wanted to post it here for others to consider.
What is an indigo Child?

I was cruising blogs this morning, feet up high, yes everyone, semi laying down. I came across a blog of another mommy who was trying to make a decision regarding her son. Now, to some this might not seem like a big decision, but to another mommy, you could feel how she was feeling through her words.

I have come to the conclusion recently that when it comes to our children and things we feel strongly about, we need to go with our mother’s instinct. It’s rarely wrong. We tear ourselves up so much over decisions that have to be made because we worry that one of these decisions could be wrong, and it’s going to affect our kids for the rest of their lives.

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