My Sleepless Nights

Didn’t sleep last night. At all. Just watched the clock tick…tick…tick… away and wondered when in the hell I would be able to fall asleep. It NEVER happened. How annoying.


Virginia Tech Sadness

Last night we were giving the boys a bath. This was after dinner and a few hours of watching the unraveling story of the shootings at Virginia Tech. As I was watching the boys splash in the water, talking and laughing, I was thinking about how sad it was that those children had been killed…just teenagers with their whole lives ahead of them. Todd and I talked about it for a bit and I kept saying that I felt so bad for the parents of those kids – that they never in all their wildest dreams imagined, or hoped for a life like that for their kids. He thought about it for a minute and said “imagine being the parents of the guy that killed them”. And I have not thought about much else since then. It is sad to think that he was a silly little two year old not all that long ago – his parents watching him laugh and play. How can they possibly handle this?


My Silly Boys

This morning while I was getting ready for work I could hear the boys in their room:

“Thump, thump thump…. Giggle giggle giggle… Book. Story. Car-car. Thump, thump, thump…”

So I went in to get them and Roark scrambled back into bed and pretended to be asleep. With his eyes opened. He hasn’t learned the art of deception quite yet. Meanwhile Cole was playing with a matchbox car on the floor “rooooooommmmmm” and decided that he would continue playing with it, on the floor, all the way down the stairs. He tried to crawl headfirst down the stairs and started to tumble, when I stopped him. He is bright like that. I had to eventually carry both of them down because they were more interested in playing than coming down and getting dressed… but they were incredibly cute.

After getting them dressed, Roark realized he had pockets in his pants and kept putting matchbox cars in the pockets, taking them out, and announcing “Car!” “Pocket!” over and over and over. He then proceeded to feed the dog his breakfast and tried to give him a “mukky drink” too… lucky dog. Hungry boy.


My Boys are Growing

The boys are changing every day. They are different now than even a week ago. “No shit?” you say? Well, it seems surprising to me…

They both are getting more verbal, however talking is really where Roark is a Viking. Cole is better at being a sneaky obstinate toddler…in the form of climbing on the table, in the toy box, on the window sill, or on the back of the sofa – only to look at you and grin – challenging you to make him get down.

Roark says:

Dun (done)

Myeeeene (mine)

Noooh (no)

All gun (all gone)

Ite-ite (night light)

Wa-wa (water)

Bash (bath)

Aaan (on)

Mukky dink (milk drink)

Oooopeeen (open)

Memo (Nemo)

Mobie (movie)

Repeats pretty much anything you say – even the bad stuff

Many animal noises and names

Gash (Cassie)

Bitney (Brittany)

Gock (rock)

Cole says:

Myeeeene (mine)

Nyu (no)



Blabder (water)

Bat (bath)

Muk (milk)

Dink (drink)

Cash (Cassie)

Bitney (Brittany)

Many animal names and noises

I think Cole can say everything Roark does, he just chooses not to talk as much. Roark loves talking – chatters all the time. Most of the time I cannot figure out what he is saying…but he still goes on and on. It is awesome to hear him start to put words together and recognize things by name. He seems to understand a lot more than he can express and this appears to drive him crazy sometimes… like he can’t find the words to explain something and it makes him mad. Cole is too easy-going to care about things like expressing himself… life is just a big ol’ party to him.

I don't guess any of this is very exciting to anyone but me - but I just don't want to forget how cute their little voices sound or the way they said words when they were little. It is such a joy to see them turning into little people...and this is the most people-like they have been yet! I love being around them. I love watching them think and talk and put things together. I love being part of their little lives.


My Global Freezing

It snowed here over the weekend.

“Here” is in Texas.

Global Warming, my ass!