Today I've found that it's easier to pray than to let my thoughts dwell on things they shouldn't. I've also discovered how bad Sugar's breathe smells and that to a one year old putting spagetti on a blueberry pop-tart is good. I've learned the last 2 days that I don't understand boys, little girls I get. Little boys... I'm beyond confused and frustrated half the time. One minute boys are fighting, yelling mean things at each other, stealing a cookie as often as possible, which has led to me hiding them and yet the next minute Hudson will have his arms wrapped around me just wanting a hug or if I'm on the couch he'll first start off by tackling me and being all rough to just wanting to cuddle. It's just funny to me.
I'm off to put the baby to bed.
it was nice talking to you.
