Bueller? Bueller?

Perhaps you are one of those faithful readers who checks back to see if I've written anything lately. It's possible, I suppose, when your writer all but abandons her blog. I guess you could say that Facebook has seen more of my late-night, sleep deprived ramblings lately. I have been writing, just not here. I have something in the works.

I think babies are so incredible. They are just plain magical. They magically make your energy vanish rather quickly as well, but they are still so very magical. I can think of nothing more perfect and wonderful. Peanut is going to teach me how to be carefree again, and at the same time, she will be my greatest worry because she's going to be fearless just like I was. Cricket is going to teach me how to be gentle. I don't think that kid gloves have ever been my strong suite, so this will be a great lesson to learn. They both pour pure joy into every moment. It just doesn't get any more rich than this. I mean, Maybe with time it will, but the whole experience is so blissful. I'm so obnoxiously happy. It's like falling in love again, but different. Gosh, I love being a mom!!!