"SCARE!"

Isaac loves Seth…to death, errr almost to death. He loves to give Seth kisses and then lie ON him, as in Isaac’s belly button is usually smashing Seth’s nose. We have encouraged lieing on the side of Seth and that seems to be working a little better.

The other day Eric and Isaac sat down on the couch next to Seth and it startled him, spazy arms, wide eyes, loss of breath and all that. Isaac thought it was hilarious and now he tries to scare Seth on purpose, the little stinker. While Seth is slumbering peacefully, big brother grabs his leg and yells, “SCARE!” Bless me if I don’t laugh, but it makes me ticked at the same time.

Seth is a cute little chunky monkey. He likes to eat, however, I fret when he starts nursing and then starts to fuss, then cry, then scream. I think it is because he is impatient with the flow of milk. He likes it fast and furious, and if it isn’t then he is. Overall our little family is doing well…I think. Eric tells me he would like three more boys so we could have a basketball team. I often feel overwhelmed by things that used to be no problem (ie, showering and doing a load of dishes ALL IN THE SAME DAY). I'm gonna end up on drugs. I believe in drugs, I hope for drugs, and hope to be able to endure...because of drugs. Actually I have a Rx, I think it is for anxiety, but I don’t ever take it because the warnings say it’ll make me drowsy and, shucks, I’m nodding off fairly frequently as it is. God bless us, everyone…and especially Seth and me.