"I'm in love, I'm in love..."

"...and I don't care who knows it!"

Truman likes to be swaddled now, just like "baby guy."

World's cutest elf.

He begs to have his picture taken these days. I think he looks so grown-up here. (And boy, he needs a haircut!)

One of Caleb's first "real" smiles. My heart may burst.

Conundrums...or Conundra

Even a king-sized bed is big enough for only two people if one of them is a two-year-old.

I have enough "alone time" in my day to either exercise OR take a shower, not both.

Christmas can't get here fast enough, but I don't want it to be over!

I spent several minutes trying to find out the correct plural of "conundrum" and encountered only heated arguments between scholars on the subject. Is it ironic to anyone else that the pluralization of a word meaning "a difficult problem" turns out to be...a difficult problem? Or is that just my grammar geek showing?

On my mind

I think about blogging all the time, I just never make it down to the basement for anything except laundry. But I've been wondering...

...why is it that my baby wakes up 15 minutes after I go to bed every night, whether he's been asleep three minutes or three hours?

...am I a bad mom if I don't really feel bad for my two-year-old when he hurts himself doing something he's been told ten thousand times NOT to do?

...will I ever have time to clean my bathrooms? Or, perhaps better stated, will I ever WANT to clean my bathrooms enough to use my precious free time to do it?

...am I totally lame because most of my posts don't include pictures?

These are the questions.

I've also been thinking...

...about Christmas and what mine was like four years ago when Matt surprised me by driving to Denver on Christmas day to propose. And then the thrill I got for the next few months every time I looked at my ring and remembered I was going to spend forever with my favorite person in the world. And that maybe I should have considered then how difficult it would be to clean spit-up out of that ring now. I might have stuck with a simple band.

...that setting some goals would be a good idea. I'm setting a goal to set some goals.

...how lucky my family has been to not get sick at all recently. Then I woke up with a sore throat this morning.

...about a friend I had growing up who was born with only one arm. Since I'm almost always holding a baby in one arm, I'm realizing how tough it is to do just about everything with only one arm. Tying shoes? Wrapping presents? Making a PB & J? Tough.

...that I am afraid that you, Dear Reader, won't know how grateful I am for my life right now, because it sounds like I'm complaining a lot. The truth is that I am blessed beyond belief and spend a good deal of time looking around in wonder that my life is turning out better than I ever could have hoped -- and certainly better than I deserve.