1 & 4

The only sound in the house is the new Radiohead album and the droning of the coffee maker. It's taken me years to get to this point, to start writing/typing again. My journal entries have become less and less frequent. My family has grown like a yard of weeds, much too fast to keep up and I feel as though I've fallen behind. Who else is writing things down? Will we remember them years from now?

I'm trying to figure out how to place the pictures in just the right spot, still an amatuer blogger at best. Harper is walking and talking now. My mom says she "sashays" around, she holds her arms up and turns her hands at the wrist from side to side. She even grabs the box of chalk we have by the blackboard and slides it on her arm like a purse! So precious! She said things resembling light, outside, juice, and of course Momma and Dadda. Already almost 13 months old. I think I get ahead of myself when I call her just one, you really have to hold on to these short years as long as you can. Before I know it she'll be yelling "No!" and throwing tantrums like the other light of my life, Danielle. Just kidding!

Pierce is a superhero. No other real way to describe him at this point. He flys around at a hundred miles an hour having episodes with his Matchbox cars, which are now either Transformers or Marvel Superheroes at any given moment. Meanwhile, the hundreds of dollars worth of Transformers and Superheroes lay there on the ground in millions of pieces! He has an extensive vocabulary and wide ranging supply of onomatopoeia which he uses quite well. I hear the episodes of Iron Man or Transformers Prime translated into smashes and crashes of metal on the piano or counter.

Now, he has awoken and those very noises I just described are going on around me like a swarm of bees and it's only 7 AM. Soon, the beginning bars of Iron Man will be hummed out, with the Ozzy Osbourne headshake accompanying them. Never was a fan of Black Sabbath or the Ozz-man, my 4 year old has turned me on to the fantastic, Paranoid. Go figure. He even ran into daycare the other morning describing to one of the ladies the album cover, a man with a sword and a helmet on, hiding behind a tree. He constantly makes me laugh. Here he is, fresh from the bathroom, staring and smiling at me, describing how Danielle's hair clips are sea creatures transforming into robot things. I love it. He reminds me so much of Mike as a kid. It's so much fun.

Now I feel as though I'm neglecting him, drinking coffee and blogging about his life. Our life. I was telling my mom the other day that I'm just a stupid kid that got lucky. I truly am blessed. I just hope that there will be another morning I can wake up at the crack of dawn and type down my thoughts again. We shall see....