Getting back into writing...

I'm happy to be back on doing some writing...even if it will only be about the crazy, bizarre antics of the ones I call my children.

The two youngest have, once again, provided plenty of amusing tales and adventures to either keep you entralled or bore you to tears. That's for you to decide. For me, I have to laugh -otherwise, I just might cry!

Last night, Tommy was on my bed watching his shows when Shanon decided she wanted to join him. This is a queen bed - there's plenty of room, after all. Or at least you would think so. The next thing I hear is two screaming babies: "HE SCATCH ME!" "SHE BITE ME!"

Parents go running and grab a kid. Big brother Travis comes in and takes Shanon. Then starts "MOM! She has a big scratch on her face by her eye!" Up I come, clean it up and send her to bed; blankie and baba in hand. Then I lay down beside Tommy. "My finga hurt." I kiss it and tell him, "Of course it does, she bit it. Are you going to stick your fingers in her eyes and scratch her face again?" "No," sob. A minute later, "My finga hurt." I kiss it again. "No, Mama, my finga HURT!" Out of bed we go, off to stand in the light. Well, I'll be! Not only did she break skin, but the darned lil' thing is already swollen and black and blue. Cleaning it up, I still have to ask him, "Are you going to do that again?" "Nope; she bites!"

LOL

And yet, here they are, in all their glory...