dribble...

of the sentimental sort.

My sons' godmother told me that she was creeping the boys out, due to the fact that she just couldn't stop staring at them. She woke them up with kisses this morning and cried as she said goodbye.

My daughter's hearing is just fine. She won't move an inch when I am talking or if people talk near me. Except her father. She jumps when she first hears him in the morning, and also when he first comes home from work.

B took a candlelight bath tonight. He needed to relax. How damn cute is that?

And the best news of all, I only have to get through 9 more Saturday Night Live's, and then I won't be pregnant anymore.