Aww the memories of crying tots.

Here we go. I have literally come to the realization that there is no such thing as terrible 2’s. I know I’ve made mention of this several times but its terrible 3’s! Who in the world made up terrible 2’s?

I recall some 11 years ago having to go through this for the first time. Man I had a screamer on my hands. Matter of fact, I had a friend there to experience it with me. We use to sit there holding the door for what seemed like a life time. I remember having to go downstairs and go outside so that they wouldn’t call the MP’s (military police) on me.

Crystal use to go to the window of her brother’s room and scream bloody murder out his window. Her exact words, “they’re hurting me!!” “Help!!!!”, now I laugh about it.

Hum, I wonder if that is why Megan doesn’t want to having any kids, something to think about eh? With all the troubles they ask of us I couldn’t have asked for a better gift from God. I am a mommy!!!!!! I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

I have a list of names that I’d like to put down on someone’s prayer chain.

A.P= Cancer
M.A= open his heart to faith
B.C= Guidance and strength
V.H= Safe trip to Florida June 4th
All our troops and their families
And my family who’s in the valley

This is my story and I’m sticking to it!