Junior

Although he may never potty train and his face is never clean.....I still love him. I wish his sisters would let me take pictures....

Some Random Thoughts

Three nights ago.  Abs slept.

Two nights ago.  The 5" crack was enough for the little imp to slither through and escape.  I'm recommending her to be recruited by the Navy Seals.

Last night.  I made the crack smaller in the middle, so she managed to get out the bottom.

I give up.

While she was out of bed, she opened up a box of brownie mix and tried it out.  She didn't like it, and did what every other 9 year old does with it in the middle of the night and stuffed it under the couch.  Making a mess.  

I'm pissed.  Pissed that I can't sleep.  Pissed that she gets into the food and we can't keep anything sweet around here for anyone else to eat.

I'm pissed that her dad isn't here to help.  I'm pissed that other people have never deployed and he's going on his 5th year of deployment.  I'm really pissed about that last one.

Word on the street is that Gunner can retire soon.  At first I went into a panic.  Where would we go?  What would we do?  The only people that help us with the kids are my outlaws.  Could I handle that?

Now I am looking at the bigger picture.  He would be home.  We would make it work, and we could live anywhere that we want.  I wouldn't need help from the outlaws because he would be around more.  

In the meantime, I am at a loss as to what to do with Abs and open to suggestions.  Also if anyone wants to have her over for a sleepover.....just sayin'....

Sibling Love