Oh Yeah?

Let me begin by saying that I LOVE my daughter. She is and will always be my special #1.

We have been having issues with our sweet girl. She seems to disappear every once in a while. And her body becomes possessed by Satan. Seriously. It's like one minute we are having this great conversation with a completely brilliant 5 year old, then BANG! She's a 15year old &^@#! and we have no idea what happened.

You Know You've Made It When...

The kids lucked out by inheriting a Thomas the Train incredible train table. And even though it was really for Ri, we told them it was for both in hopes of limiting the fights/tantrums/hurt feelings/screaming.

Anyway. My Dad came over to help me get it in the beast into my house. I moved some furniture around earlier in the day to make room. The kids are IN LOVE with the play table! It has been in the house now for a whopping 2 hours and they have only left it after being forced to join us at the dinner table. Ri inhaled his dinner faster than I have ever seen before. It was kind of funny.

We have a TON of little trains... of varying sets and styles. But the table was delivered with its own boxful. It didn't take the kids long to figure out that they can combine the sets and have totally full train tracks.

Which brings me to the point of this entire entry.