No, this is not going to be a post about that HORRIBLE movie with Beyonce in it. In fact, I'll tell you how it ends: stupidly.
What I would like to talk about today is my children. I am currently wondering if they will know how obsessed with them I am. I am not just talking about this blog, I am talking about my entire life. Every conversation tends to drift back to one of them, because they never really leave my thoughts. Its always about Amos' new words, how long Maggie stood up for, or which one of them is the cutest. Its nauseating, I know, but its what keeps me together. All the good tiny memories are what keep me from losing it when milk gets spilled, the crying goes on for way too long, or the whining goes on at all.