Between 7:15-7:30. Magic time.

So my beautiful Maggie must go to bed in this 15 minute span.  I've decided this based on some very scientific evidence.

• She will not wake till 3 a.m. or so to eat, therefore sleeping until I have to wake her up at 6:30.
• If she goes to bed before or after this, she wakes up around 1 a.m. or earlier to eat, then again around 4:30, and decides it's morning and stays up, only to pass out around 630 when she should be up.
• I enjoy not being up at 4:30.
• PJ will usually sleep till I wake him.

Okay!  So that's that.

So, it's been brought to our attention that we are inheriting a decent sum of money from my FIL.  He made sure his children and grandchildren would receive the fruits of his hard work over the years.  We also know he'd be ecstatic to know that he helped us purchase the home we're going to raise our family in.  So it looks like we will hopefully be looking to move sometime later this year. A few things need to be done to our house so it is sellable, so we're hoping by summertime we'll get the ball rolling.  Of course, we have to settle all the affairs with FIL's stuff first, and actually get what we're entitled to based on his wishes.  But we assume that will be taken care of in the next month.

PJ now puts himself in timeout.  We simply say "timeout" and he goes and sits on the stairs.  I am not sure how effective it is when he's cracking up and smiling the whole time, but hey at least he stays in timeout.  He's testing his boundaries big time.  Spitting out his drinks, climbing on stuff he knows he shouldn't.  And then's there the tantrum.  Which basically consists of him throwing himself to the floor and laying there.  No crying, no screaming, just laying there.  Pretty good tantrum!

Maggie is still just gorgeous.  I look her and I don't understand how I produced such a beautiful little girl.

Such is life. :)

I love chicken enchiladas.

This is what I am making for dinner tonight.  They are so damn good.  And so easy, thanks to my handy-dandy crockpot.   I cannot wait to get home and eat them, and then I get to eat them AGAIN for lunch tomorrow!  Yay me!

My beautiful little girl decided to get up at 515 today.  Not sure why.  Probably had something to do with the damn dog, but then of course she was fast asleep again by the time we left the house.  She also woke up twice to eat, which is weird.  Still a growth spurt?  Perhaps.  Going to try to keep her up till 730 tonight.  :)

PJ is just amazing.  Everyday I look at him in amazement at how smart he is; at the things he's figured out.  For instance, he likes grabbing one of the XBox controllers when John is playing.  I took the batteries out of the back, but he wanted the case the batteries go in.  I gave it to him.  Within minutes, he'd figured out how to snap the back back on the controller.  He understand when we ask him to get something, and he always gets the right thing.  He puts our shoes away where they go, knows where the hot dogs, cheese, pretty much any thing he likes to eat is.  He's so adorable and smart.  He gives hugs and kisses, and blows kisses goodbye.  He says hi and bye to everyone he can and is such a good big brother.  And he is OFFICIALLY in 2T clothes. Have I mentioned that? :)

It looks like I might have scared off the rude poster. No comment on the call out.  Of course, I'm pretty sure I know who it is.  A little birdy told me.