Soon this time will all be over, as I well know. It is already gone the days Tatum was this size and age. With her chirpy little voice and cute antics that at the time seemed endless. And Jake. And Matthew.
I know I have mentioned how terrible of a memory I have, and how this blog is a stab a recording a piece of our history.
What more is important to history I feel, than the daily grind, and the mundane?
Matthew has been put to bed early and is crying. Lying is a hard lesson to learn and when it catches up with you, and people have learned not to believe you, it sucks.
Jake is laying sideways on the recliner watching George Lopez. His favorite. Gotta watch it every night!
Tatum is home from working at the YMCA and in a hot tub soaking the day away.
I am sitting here intermittently yelling with Matthew and encouraging someone to pee on her potty. In a moment I will tiredly put yet another diaper on.