My boys are growing up

And here is the latest evidence (Ryker's twin bed):

Now I am not silly enough to think that this wasn't going to happen. I'm fully aware that it was going to happen sooner or later. I figured I could put it off until he was 3. But no. He wanted to sleep in our bed or Xander's bed. So I've consented and we've had fewer issues since it got put up on Thursday. Jason likes to tell me that he was right and Ryker wants to be a big boy like Xander, BUT seriously he's my BABY!
And he's helping clean off the table and set the table and I'm completely unprepared for any of this. On the upside, I'm hoping that this means he'll be easier to potty train than Xander has been.
Fortunately, I'm on vacation this week and I am relaxing and trying not to pay attention to the fact that in addition to these new Ryker tendancies, Xander's grown like a foot. (Well maybe not literally but he's definitely getting taller).
I also finally got down to IL to see my friend and her twin boys. Wow, does she have her hands full. I got to have one sleep on me and while I loved it, I'm glad that my boys are older. Which just goes to show how crazy I am. I like them being older and more independent but I so miss the snuggling sleeping babies they used to be. Call me crazy but I'm just a mom.

My favorite author

For those of you who share my addiction to good romance, we have one book left to look forward to from Kathleen Woodiwiss. It will be published posthumously in October since she past away on Friday.
For those of you who have never read a Woodiwiss novel, may I suggest So Worthy My Love. I've read it four times and still love it. Not that she's ever written anything I don't love (or haven't read more than once).
Thank you Kathleen for continuing a wonderful addiction to reading and rest in peace.

Happy Birthday America!

We took the boys to see the fireworks last night. We missed last year's because Jason was in New York (or somewhere), so this was Ryker's first time.
Here's a breakdown of how it went:

• Pre fireworks beginning (locals lighting firecrackers): Xander scared and wants to go sit in the truck / Ryker excited and wants to see everything
• Fireworks begin: Xander excited (thanks to Mama's Oh-Oh-Spaghettios for the loud noises) / Ryker tired, jumpy and refusing to watch
• Fireworks midpoint: Both watching in awed silence
• Fireworks mid-end: Xander tired and wants to go home / Ryker really excited and wants to stay until the end.

So we had about a 10 minute interval where they both wanted to watch pretty nicely. Sigh. They did have fun though. Xander would have been better except he refused to take a nap. GRR.

In other news, my diet seems to be working. I hit 159 this am. That's the first time I've seen the 150's since I had Ryker. 7 lbs down and 14 to go! (J's also doing well, about 15 to go). Yippee!

Long, long ago I had a brain

Toddlers are ... something else. I truly think my boys are trying to drive me mad. At one point, I was a fairly intelligent person and then these two cute little boys came around and now I can't even scold them properly. I've spent the last three days confusing their names. Jason has even caught on and is doing it too.
They have apparently decided that they REALLY like to pound on each other. Which makes it difficult for the parents whose job it is to keep them in one piece.
We did see a bunch of Jason's family this weekend and I saw what having a 4 and 6 year old looks like. Still pounding on each other but they at least seemed to listen a little better. Sigh. I so want them to grow up and yet I so want them to stay little.
Like I said, I used to be a fairly intelligent person. I still manage to fake it at work but by the time I get home I'm just too tired to care.