... "I drank what?"
Yeah. I drank it. Other than being a tad foamier than the newer bottle, it tasted the same. No sickness. Heh. I guess you could call me a risk taker. I love living dangerously. Heh.
On to the next topic. My sweet little four year old came into my office the other day and said with a grin, "Hey Mommy! Special delivery!!!" and proceeded to deliver a loud, obnoxious smelling fart in my general vicinity. Who in HECK taught him that little gem? Not I!
Time is passing more and more quickly. I can't recall now how long it's been since we officially went active with our portfolio at the adoption agency. I'm thinking it's been at least 8 months or more. The plan in my head had always been to have my children be closer together in age than my brother and I were (I attribute the 5 year age difference as cause for much of our difficulties with each other). Now it's looking like whether we go to China or wait for a call on the domestic side, this will be the age difference between Tyler and his sibling.
To make matters worse, Tyler has lately been announcing that he no longer wants a baby sister or brother. I can't really blame him. I think he's starting to realize what a cushy deal he has going. He never has to share his toys. He never has to share his parents. He's a smart kid. Too smart.
I am still working through my doubts and fears. The fact that I am considering leaving things as is and letting Tyler remain an only child scares me almost as much as the thought of having another baby in the house.
Meanwhile our forms for the China agency are still sitting here on my desk. I am still trying to recover from all the family drama and I can't bring myself to start the dossier process with the new agency. I'm still in a funk. I've been funked into immobility.
Tyler has yet another winter cold. Let's see if I can talk him into taking a nap (snicker!)