Search and Destroy

Hmmm...so much going on and so little to write about...

Molly is in full swing of her "terrible twos". She's so cute and loveable and then BAM!!! My daily mantra has become OHMYGODWHATISWRONGWITHMYCHILDHELPMEBABYJESUS!!! Tantrums to the left of me! Tantrums to the right of me! Morning, noon, and night, she does not discriminate. Possibly she is posessed by the devil.

Poor Ian is also having his "terrible teens". Why, oh why, do I have to experience both "terrible T's" at the same time? How is that fair? He's moody and angry, yet needy and loving all at the same time. I remember those days, they weren't "the best years of your life" as adults used to tell me. They sucked balls. And it hurts to watch him go through it. I hope he's not alone and has friends he can talk to. In a typical teenage manner, he does not talk to me about his friends, and I've only met one. I just want to sit him on my lap and hug him and hug him.

AND, poor H1. He's still without power, so he's flying out to N.O. tomorrow (yay!). Here's the thing...he hasn't had a washing machine, so his clothes are all wrinkled and dirty. And he hasn't shaved since the hurricane. I can only imagine he looks like the Unabomber. I'm guessing he'll be the recipient of a full body cavity search by the Air Marshalls. Sorry bro.