It is 2:28 AM and I can't sleep. so I will just tell you a couple things, I have to get that thyroid post pushed down the line. It is giving me stress with all the whining.
So my suspicions of Brock being a genius might be correct. We have called him an evil genius for years, but last week, he was told my phone number 3 times and had it memorized. He did the same thing with his dad's number. This could be a lot of fun. I started wondering when he was one year old and could unlock doors with a butter knife. I don't know where the genius/no fear of consequences correlate, though. He gets in serious trouble every time he runs to someone's house, yet he still goes. And he makes up stories like,"I am five (which he is not) and my mom said I'm big enough to come over by myself."
I felt better though when a friend told me her son who slashed all four of the neighbors station wagon tires with a knife is now a doctor.
He better do something that makes a lot of money, I'm starting a tab.
Every day, 97 things happen that I am sure someone would get a good laugh at. I may or may not be laughing at them. I had three adorable, manageable kids, then I had Brock, who is now the cutest, most loving 3 year old in the world, at select moments. Brock has a little brother named Blake, in the BTP, (Brockstar Training Program). I am 34 years old, have been married for 13 years, have 5 kids and sing now and then. I like to create, NOT COOK or CLEAN, which is turning out to be a great challenge since I am in charge of a house with 7 PEOPLE! I do love the people, though. Here for you all to laugh at me and with me, is a record of my funny life, the mistakes I make, and the lessons I learn while trying to earn, MY BIG GIRL PANTS.