Lost totally rocks!

Okay, do you watch Lost? 'Cause if you don't you are really missing out! This show is totally awesome. Here's the story: a plane crashes on a deserted island, and 42 people survive. No one is coming to look for them because the plane was off course and lost contact with the ground. So basically these people have to fend for themselves. Each episode, we are treated to part of the "back story" on one or two of the characters. These back stories always explain a lot more about the particular character than anyone on the island knows about them. The reason this show totally rocks is because the characters are so ridiculously interesting! Every time you think you've figured out what makes one of them tick, you learn something new that changes everything.

The best character on this show is John Locke. He is just awesome. In a back story, we learned that he used to be a paraplegic in a wheelchair. Somehow, during the crash, he was healed. Now he's like this master hunter/tracker who catches wild boars for everyone to eat. But he's also the most incredibly wise person I've ever seen on television. He always has the perfect thing to say. Like last night, he tells this girl, Shannon (who started out a self-absorbed brat), that everyone gets a new life on the island. Brilliant! She doesn't have to go on being the person she was before (even though her stepbrother is also there and knows her patterns), because she's in a totally new place. She can start a new life. Some of the characters have already figured this out for themselves. Locke is smart enough to know that Shannon needed to hear it from someone else. Then, at the end of the episode, he looks at Walt, the only child on the island, and asks him why he burned the raft they were building. Okay, how did he know this?!? No one else suspected Walt. How? I'll tell you how. John Locke knows everything.

And when Locke confronted Charlie about his drugs, that was sheer brilliance. He took the drugs away, and reminded Charlie that he was going to have to go through withdrawal soon anyway, since there are no more drugs on the island. But rather than just take them away, he said, "You can ask for these back three times. The third time, I will give them to you." So Charlie asks once, then he asks twice. And by the time he comes to Locke the third time, you're not sure what he's going to do. But then you see the brilliant wisdom of John Locke as Charlie takes the bag of drugs and throws them into the fire. How did he know what to do? I'll tell you how. John Locke always knows what to do.

Okay, enough about that. I'm off to start a John Locke fan club.

Here's a cute picture of my third son!

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Huh, what? Oh, hi! I'm awake, really I am. Hubby has been getting the boys up at 7:30 this week in an attempt to get them to go to sleep earlier. It hasn't worked yet. We all get up at 7:30 or so, and at midnight they're still going strong. Part of the problem is that third son gets so tired that he falls asleep sometime during the day (Tuesday it was in the middle of dinner). Part of the problem is that if we go anywhere in the evening, second son and third son both fall asleep in the car. So then they're wide awake at night. And if either of them is awake late at night, you know the oldest is not going to sleep either. So every night we try turning off their light to get them to be quiet and go to sleep, but it just isn't working. I'm exhausted. The baby takes up a lot of my energy anyway, and having to fight with the other three, who are now all cranky from being overtired, is just wearing me out. Eventually I'm sure they'll start going to sleep earlier. Right? Please?

Smiling at Mommy!

Here's the baby at 2 months. Look at that chubby chin!

My GIANT baby!

I took the baby to the doctor this past week for his two month checkup. I knew he'd gained some weight - I guessed around two pounds - and I was right. He went from 11 1/2 pounds, to 13 lbs 14 oz! Plus he grew another 1/4 inch to 23 1/4 inches. Now, I thought this was pretty big, but still not as big as the oldest was at 2 months. Then I checked his baby book. He was 12 ounces less and 1/4 inch shorter! This just shocked me, because my oldest was always so pudgy and roly poly and the baby just doesn't seem that way to me.

Hubby pointed out that the baby is probably carrying most of his weight in his thighs, which are about as big around as my wrist. I suspect he's right. Nevertheless, he does not look like he weighs that much. I mean, he only has two chins!

I woke up Friday morning with this awful pain in my shoulder, which lingered until Saturday night. I have no idea what it was or what caused it, but it wasn't fun trying to lift an almost 14 pound baby when I couldn't move my right arm. Pretty soon I won't be able to carry him in the carseat anymore, even when my shoulder doesn't hurt!

I just love this picture!

Welcome to my blog!

I think this will be a fun way to keep the world at large up to date on the happenings around here! I will try to post at least once a week, along with pictures of the boys and what they're up to. Enjoy!