chatty chatty bang bang

Recently, if you can believe it, Greyson has become even more curious about the world around him and asks even more questions and talks even more! Some of the best things he says are in the back seat of the car while driving the kids around. He asked where cheese, meat and bacon come from yesterday. He informed me that ladybugs make cheese, became completely bewildered when he saw a mobile home on the back of a semi, told me that the red sports car with the spinners was the coolest thing he has ever seen and informed me that he would be buying his own horse to ride to my house when I was a grandma. GOOD GRACIOUS!!!!! Last night he would not stop talking to Ashton while they were in bed, I nicely told him I would be resorting to putting a large piece of tape over his mouth if he didn't stop talking. He didn't. Why do I raise such chatterboxes? I don't like to talk.

just thinking...

I lay awake at night thinking "nothing cool ever happens to me" I guess what I am really thinking is "I wish I could have another baby." I love my kids and sometimes I fool myself into thinking that I could handle another little one. I can't separate if it's a selfish need or if I am filling some void. I hear a baby crying once in a while,but not as much as I used to. The last thing I want is to take time and attention away from Mesa. I suppose I just wish I was capable and tough enough to do it. This week I have taken on my new calling as Primary President, finished writing the primary program, prepared a lesson for sharing time and helped plan a baptism. I think the Lord, for the time, has given me a few more little bodies to care for.