the past few

I'm starting to look like a raccoon with all the lack of sleep going on 'round here. I'm usually pretty good with little sleep, but this is starting to suck.

Let's see. Some highlights...

Y'know what?I'm in a pretty crappy mood. I might just rant, toss in a few pictures and call it a day. I'll try to swirl in some sarcastic flavor to lighten myself up a bit. I've been in a funk since Sean called. I warned him telepathically before he called not to dare mention stress of any kind unless it was asking me if I was stressed out due to his mini's. I am. They are stressing me out. My parents are leaving for Hawaii on Wednesday and I have this sense of impending doom.

Don't think I haven't already broken proper rules of etiquette. I've asked several times if I can come along. My mom just laughs. She thinks I'm joking.

I saw this link on a blog. It is Titus. To a T. Sean said I'm trying to label him. Um, it wasn't hard. Every single bullet point describes him. I thought maybe it was me. As I was going down the list, thinking I had a broken baby, Sean said, "Listen to the list. That's me."

It is. I'm so glad such strong personality traits crossed through the gene barriers I had set up. All those long, conditioning talks I had with Titus through my belly button about being a laid back kiddo were wasted.

I love him, though. Oh how I love him. I love that he doesn't talk back or jump off of toy boxes. I love that he sticks his tongue out when he smiles. I love that he is totally clingy. It gets old sometimes, when my biceps are quivering and giving out from holding him all day{yes, I have a baby Bjorn. According to him, it's not the same}, but I do love that I can calm the little lunatic like no other. I love that he has a dimple just under his right eye, in addition to his cheeky ones. I love that he has red hair. I love that he rubs his face to fall asleep. I love that he's snuggly. I can't believe he's already 1/4 done with his first year.

Yesterday, he and I went to a baby shower. He was super awesome. He was great in the car on the way down and slept a good bit during the shower. Naturally, everyone at the party had baby on the brain. One sweet lady asked if she could dance with him. After telling her not to be offended if he screamed in her face, I passed him off. He loved her.

The shower was for a friend of mine who is pretty much extended family. Her little brother, Trevor, has been Sean's best friend forever and ever. Since second grade, I think. They are the greatest family. It's fun to watch them interact from the outside looking in, while at the same time totally feeling like you're one of them. Trevor's dad came right in after the party and gave me a big ole hug and a kiss on top of my head. He got Sean's # from me and called him before I even made it home. It made Sean's day. They're good people. They always end our visits with the best compliments. They tell us the love us and what fine boys we have, what great decisions we've made and how proud of us they are. They're genuinely great people.

Today, we got to see Sean's sister, Nikki and our nephew, Jimmy. We met up at Chuck E Cheese and then had dinner with Pop Pop. The kids were great all day, but by bed time Felix and Titus were both spent. Felix fell off a toy box and I thought he broke his elbow. Titus was screaming his head off and Simon was laughing.

Now, though, they are all off with Mr. Sandman and I'm thinking of taking up hard liquor.

pictures to come in a separate post. I didn't think about it ahead of time and I am in no mood to deal with blogger and their picture funkiness.