My son is eating crackers in bed.

Yep, I’m pretty sure this makes me a shoo-in for Mother of the Year!  (I just had to change the sheets.)  Sabrina’s 8 months old, now, Fletcher will be 3 in December, and I hardly ever have time to blog anymore!!  I must offer my humblest, abject apologies for ignoring you all.  I can offer no excuse except that I’m trying to keep the house from appearing on an episode of Hoarders, and short of putting a leash on my son, my next step is to put the local ER on speed dial.  I’m still working full time.  We spend a lot of time watching Sesame St and Cars 2 and pointing to various body parts and repeating names for them.  (Some funny, some normal, you know..)  So Fletcher tried to take up drinking this past weekend.  We were at some friends’ house, and the wife left her beer out in the open, and he went bottoms up before I could stop him.  I cleaned him up, and not an hour later, he took a barrel roll down their steps.  Thank goodness we didn’t have to take him to the hospital, because they would have had us arrested, with our luck!  Never a dull moment with our crew.  He swims now, which I have a video of on fB, but I can’t figure out the Youtube thing to post it here.  You’ll have to take my word for it.  He was lapping the pool last week!  Sabrina’s hair sticks straight up, like Fletcher’s did, she’s crawling now, and taste-testing everything to make sure it’s safe for human consumption.  She’s also got 2 little toofs.  Such a doll.  We alternate calling her Ladybug, Waterbug, or Stinkbug, depending on the circumstances.  Her eyes take up her whole face.  I’m a terrible blogger anymore, and probably will have to close this blog, at least for awhile.  (This little piggy went to market, this little piggy…Welcome to my life!)  I do try to log on and keep up with all of you.  Just wanted to thank you all for your support and encouragement over the last several years…Thanks.