Lately

I am sitting here in kiddie handcuffs- Nate's new favorite toy. Amazing that I can type in handcuffs.....guess I could take them off. Okay, so I don't have much to say today, but I figure I better stay in the habit of keeping this up to date, or I will trickle off...

I am learning why people say terrible threes is more accurate than terrible twos. I feel like I am constantly "correcting" my son. Which is to say, trying not to yell all the time. He is sort of mean to the dog. He doesn't know it's mean, but he doesn't realize that you can't ride a dog, or choke it, or smack it on the head, etc..... the dog is VERY tolerant. Sometimes I wish she would give him a little growl....

Speaking of the dog, she is fine. We are all adjusting. No more accidents since my last blog. Although she is a sneaky little devil, and if you don't block off the kitchen and livingroom at night, she WILL find something to get into. She only does it at night, so I know she knows she's naughty.

I am doing the same pregnancy wise. I still feel sick and gross, and tired. Hoping it passes soon. I am sick of being a lazy bum. I feel like I am anti-social too. Not on purpose though. I still feel isolated. The only thing different about being in Chino Valley instead of Paulden is that we have cable. Lol, I know there are other differences too, but I still feel lonely.

That's about it. Sorry it's not more positive *big fake grin*