Sorry, The Rent's Late

Ever so slowly, I'm trying to make my way out of the wonderful world of Babyland. Maybe it's because my littlest one is my last one that it's been so hard to do anything adultlike. If there weren't pesky bills to pay, I'd be content just marveling over the walking (and crawling) miracles that are my children.

It really seems like days ago that my 11-year old was a baby. I remember how I'd always carry him around because even then I knew that he'd soon be too big. My youngest is now 11 months and he must get atleast a hundred kisses a day. It's crazy because I'm home with him all day and yet I still can't get enough of that sweet smiling baby face. I've got a camera within reach just so that I can record these precious moments as my memory betrays me. Thanks to Sony, they'll all have their childhoods digitally embraced.

Don't get me wrong, they do and will get on my nerves and I look forward to an occasional night out, but I'm truly enchanted by my little chickadees(which is probably why God blessed me with 5 and not 10 because I'd never get anything done!)