Coffee. . .not enough

I don't think there is enough coffee in the world to wake me up this morning, but yet I am still writing a blog post. I have roo hiding in the other room doing her inevitible morning poo and I really just don't want to change it. Yet I am fully aware that I am going to have too as soon as she comes around the corner. Why am I so tired. Because I stayed out way to late last night. I took mom to see Phantom of the Opera for the first time and by the time it was all said and done it was midnight. Then I had to unwind at home some before I could fall asleep and be up early this morning to take Noah to school. God bless school. It assures me naptime. Because I know that the coffee is just not going to kick in anytime soon. On to other random thoughts. . .

Bumps is about to become a very very busy boy. Not that we weren't busy before. Just last weekend was filled with parties and get togethers. Sat alone had 3. Needless to say we were all exhausted by Monday morning, but extremely grateful we are finding a niche here finally. Bumps starts his bowling class on Sat and he is beyond excited. Then on Monday he starts karate and on Tues swim lessons. I told him I thought it was too much for him, but he disagreed with me. So I am going to let him have his way this time and watch him carefully. Maybe it is just too much for mommy. Especially since 2 of the classes are held at the Y which means I will feel obligated to workout while he is doing his thing. Probably not a bad thing, huh?

Roo is everywhere at all times. She has taken to my leftover candles in a big way. In other words, she likes to dig them out with her fingers and then comes downstairs smelling like various scents. At least she smells good, I guess. She still isn't walking, but she is making steps towards it now. She walked about halfway through the front room the other day, so good for her. She is going to be a strawberry for Halloween and she HATES the costume with a firey passion. We find it hysterical though. So she is wearing it, for better or worse. Poor roo.

Quilt numero uno is done and now I am working on another one that should be done tonight. I really wish I had gotten back into sewing a couple years ago, but a couple years ago I wouldn't have had the most amazing fabric store down the road to give me inspiration. Oh, and that person named K. She is pretty good at inspiring me and pushing me to do things also. Even though she is slightly way more talented than I am in the whole sewing area. Gives me something to look up too though. Plus, I don't feel guilty when I steal her ideas. :P

Roo has now reappeared, snot nosed and poopy, and thus this mindless post has to end. God I love my life. . .and I really do mean that. :)