Ick

I've been spoiled these last six years.

Growing up, we didn't have central air. I remember nights of being unable to sleep and coming out to the living room to sleep, because we did, at least, have one monster of a window unit in there. When I moved out in 99, we still didn't have central air, but we did have an a/c in the bedroom. When we moved in 01, we had central air in our apartment. So nice. Cool, no matter where you were.

Then, we moved back into the house where I grew up. Still no central air. No shower, either. They are on our list of things to do around here. So that is why I'm up at 230 in the morning. It's freaking hot in the bedroom and I can't sleep on the couch because two of my boys are there already (smart kids, I tell ya).

We got a new camera a couple days ago. I'm so happy! This one is much better than our last one. It's not a digital SLR, like I really want, but for now- I'm happy with it.

For being so tired, and I'm actually in a pretty good mood. I ordered a pair of purple Crocs over the weekend- those should be here sometime in the next few days, Cody's scooter is en route to Chicago and we'll most likely have it this weekend, and he's well on his way to earning a snorkel like his cousin has, which means- he's picking up after himself. And I have a new designer sample in the TDC boutique:

So- stop by, check it out, and if you are so inclined- maybe buy one (or both) of the two new kits that were also released today, by me. :D









Dylan is a very interesting child. I laugh at him- sometimes, he's just hilarious. When he had his birthday back in May, he insisted that he was 2. He didn't want to be 4, he wanted to be 2. No amount of correcting helped- he was 2, and there was no changing that. Until today.

Enter Cody, who believes that it is the job of every older brother to torment the younger ones. Today, he was tormenting Dylan because Dylan is only 4, and 6 is better than 4. I had to sit down and talk to Dylan and explain why 4 is better than any other age.

4 is better than any other age because- you only need one hand to tell people how old you are. Cody, the resident six year old, needs two hands. Four year olds can pedal bikes. Four year olds use the potty. Four year olds get to go to car shows with Grandpa. Four year olds get to drive the Power Wheels. And four is a very good age because Dylan is FOUR.

He ran with it. He is no longer 2- he's now FOUR. I'm so happy. I no longer have to correct him when someone asks how old he is!

Of course, now that I've written that, he'll revert back to being 2 permanently. Some day, this will be a funny and embarassing story for me to tell his future wife and kids. Some day.

And with that- I think that I'm going to try to go back to sleep. I'll point the fan directly at me and see how that works.