Well, I made it back to work after being off for a week and a half. It was hard to get up and get going this morning. The kids and I have been sleeping in until 8 the last week, so getting up at 4:45 was hard on this old lady.

The baby started walking while we were off on winter break. He looks so cute toddling around the house. It is still sort of strange to catch him walking across the room or coming down the hallway. He's such a big boy. Time is marching on and my kids are growing so fast. I make jokes about how I want them to grow up and get jobs, but truth is, I want to hold on to this as long as I can. I know that a time will come when I'll be lucky to hear from them once a week and they'll have reasons why they can't come home for Christmas, etc. I'll hold on to them as long as I can before they push me away. Soon, it won't be cool to hug and kiss Mommy in front of your friends. *sigh*

I tend to really listen to lyrics of songs more than some people and I pay attention when they are good. Carrie Underwood - winner of American Idol last season - has a song called Jesus Take The Wheel and the lyrics are truly moving. ( Read more... )
I cried when I heard them the first time and I just heard it again here at my desk. The woman is talented and I can honestly say the right person won that competition, IMHO.

I played Super Market Roulette with my tummy today. I forgot my lunch at home in the fridge so I had to eat on the cheap. I went to the grocery store and got "fresh sushi" from the counter. I don't know how fresh it is, but there is a bonafide Japanese Sushi Chef back there with big scary knives and dubious looking filets of fish. I have never actually seen him put said knife to fish, but it's always there. He is always doing something else when I come in, never actually making sushi. If I get sick tonight, I'll know why. Pray for me. :)

In other news, the doctor's office called about Baby Girl's EKG and everything looks normal. She has a faint heart murmor, but nothing to be concerned about. Thank Goodness! Now, if I could only get her Dad feeling better, I'll be one happy camper. He's having back/hip/leg/knee pain and can barely walk at times. I want to give him a shoulder to lean on - or at least hold on to so he can make it to the bathroom - but he refuses help. I guess he knows if he needs help, he just has to ask.