Officially old

I thought having a baby (or four) would make me feel old... or the moment I finished college and started a "real" career. But no...
The moment that officiated my oldness happened at 7:30 pm tonight on January 17, 2010. It was hearing my daughter talking on the phone with a friend sitting in her bedroom with a hint of valley girl accent, speaking of their 4 foot 6 boyfriends and listening to Beyonce blaring from her speakers.
What happened to my little chicken?

UP

Went to Red Robins for lunch, Darby let 2 balloons float to the rafters, the third one I tied to his belt loop...he stood up and waited for it to lift him off the ground and in to the rafters...pointing at himself, then the ceiling, saying "up" and lifting his heels off the ground. He even tried flapping his arms. Gotta love toddler logic.

This is your subconscious talking

This evening Zoe placed a walkie talkie near Mike in the basement while he was at the computer. Then she went to her room with the other talkie and proceeded to say thi (in a eery subconscious esque voice)

"Mike, this is your subconscious talking. Ebay and Craigslist will do you no good. Neither will demonoid. Call your stepson...he feels sad and he needs to know you love him"

Heaven & Hell

My boss at Hines Corporation was an awesome guy. He was just a super nice, fun, positive and encouraging person. One day we were talking about God things and he said to me "What if this is heaven, what if we're in it, and it has nothing to do with the afterlife?" To which my response was "If this is as good as it gets, just shoot me now"

But seriously, that statement worked for him, he was a good looking guy with a healthy income, beautiful wife, no kids, living in America. But what hope is there for everyone else? How do you tell a person suffering from poverty, sickness, and loss that this is as good as it gets?

I think my friend said it best when she said this: "For nonbelievers, this life is the closest to heaven they'll ever get...For believers, its the closest to hell they'll ever get".

A weekend on my own

Mike left for Saginaw on Friday, Zoe and Miles went to Grandmas for a few hours on Saturday, so I stayed in my pj's almost all day. Heres a few snapshots I took with the babies...Darby insisted on wearing his dragonsuit, a firemancoat, and Zoes snowhat all weekend...