Marital, that is. Yep, troubles on the home front. I won't go into it, I will just say, I am exhausted. Fighting is no fun. I don't do it well. I have no pride I am ready to swallow it and apologize for peace at the drop of a hat. (And I don't think this is necessarily bad.) I am Kofi Anon. If the world was full of Mes there would be no war, just a bunch of people singing Kumbaya even if they resented the person to their left and right.
Argh.
My kids make it all worth it though. In the midst of a big brawl in my house I was secretly wishing Beck would wake up so I could snuggle his little body and give him his bottle in the dark in his rocking chair. Our 3 am rendezvous every night. I am not sleep training, I kinda love that dark sweet time with my boy. And, it is only 10 min or less. He falls right back to sleep, I kiss his sweet head, put him in his crib and he promptly puts his face down and butt up and goes back to sleep. ooo I love that little man.
He is EVERYWHERE now. Crawling, pulling himself up to standing on everything. He loves to eat, everything. Especially meat (chicken, beef, meatballs, you name it.) He is still a clingon but its the age...and he has good taste. He loves his Mommy.
Skylar is just so grown up now. So sweet and so much fun.
I have been delinquent on pics, but I do have a few...
