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My life is embarking on a whole new level of chaos.  The rule last week was no children on the table!  Yesterday I changed that rule to- Fine! sit on the table, but I'm moving the sugar bowl first, and when you're ready to get down just let me know and I'll help you.  Please don't try to do it yourself.  Please....  Ok, you can do it yourself, but let me put pillows all over the kitchen floor first. I'm afraid I'm going to be on a first name basis with the 911 dispatcher pretty soon too.  How many times can you call them without having an emergency before they take you to jail anyway?  I used to change the boys' clothes when they got dirty, but now that it has warmed up they mostly just run around in their diapers.  I wish I could just run around sans clothes too.  My already huge laundry piles would be smaller if we all didn't have multiple wardrobe changes every day.  I've had one year olds before, but this is INSANE!  Every day I pull several things out of the toilets (including the babies), get barfed on, peed on, and sometimes a little bit of ickiness from their diapers shows up somewhere on my person. Starting to think that strange mystery odor in my house is not in the fridge, but on me!

From Tiny to 10

Trevor was born at 4:20 am, 10 years ago.  Of all my scary pregnancies and births, his was the scariest.  Partly because it was my first experience with child birth and I didn't know what was happening, but also because he was born the most premature, and when he was born he was not breathing and they had to revive him.  It was a very quiet room.  You never know the joy of a crying baby until there is no sound.  He didn't cry at all for days, and then it was just a tiny, small sound.  Now, nothing he does is small or tiny.  He's loud and happy, and life is one big, grand adventure for him.  He sucks information up like a sponge, always looking for something new to absorb, something to add to his already vast collection of knowledge.  He's also a very serious kid at times, and can often be found somewhere lost in a book.  I really love that kid.  I often wish I could be more like him.  Happy Birthday T.  I will always count you as one of my greatest blessings.