I prefer non-verbal communication...

I've been a bad blogger lately. Life's been busy and I've been borderline insane this week. Blogging seems like a good relief right now, although I'm not generally one to write the journal entry type of a post. Here goes.

I watched a friend's three kiddos today. Let me tell you... I was EXHAUSTED when they left. These three are some of the most fun kids out there, and very well-behaved. They play together well, and play well with Sam. We went to the park and then back to our house for a while. No major incidents and everyone got along great. Why was I so exhausted, you might ask? Well... let me tell you.

The oldest, we'll call her Jane, is a little chatterbox. Not only does she talk nonstop, but she periodically checks for comprehension. If you fail this check, which I did several times, she gets quite upset and talks more, more quickly, and much more loudly. As if speed and volume will help me ignore the other three children and give her my 100% attention...

Despite the chagrin at being called out by a 4 year old, I doggedly tried to listen to her speed-of-light stream of consciousness while getting snacks for two of them and holding Sam who is quite clingy these days. I was quite relieved when they left and all I had here in our little house was Sam and his "dugga dugga dugga doodenaaaaaaay."

It reminded me of something my visiting teacher said last visit. The first 18 months of having a child is easy. They invade your physical space in lots of ways, but you can think about anything you want to all day long. It's when they invade your mental AND physical space that life becomes much more tiring.

So, dugga dugga dugga and good night... (hope Matt comes home soon...)

Here's a few pics just for good measure... Some from the laurels activity we had where we all helped to cut Laura's hair (- and nope. I'm not sporting a new hairstyle. Just holding that little hair clip in my hair until I needed it next.) and some from Sunday.