strange to be back

Some time has passed since I last visited here.  Just about four years or so.  No biggie, stuff happened.  You didn't miss much.  Oh, except that now my son is 4.5 years old and he found a baby brother along the way, who is now 22 months old.

I started posting my blog on my own handy dandy Mac which teaches tech challenged people like me how to have their own website but then they took that away from me.  So I'm back to this place which welcomed me back with open arms.

Quick update:
Sleep is STILL for wussy mamas.  Really.  That's just what you tell yourself so you can get through the day without overdosing on coffee or seeing your brain fall out of your head as you listen to yet another rendition of Old MacDonald.  Instead of asking for a song to repeat, because I think my son doesn't know how to ask for it that way, he says, "Mom, I want that song to play over and over and over and over again.  Make it play over and over and over and over again."

Then I give him a look which he misinterprets as needing to add a word at the end which will let me know that he is appreciative.  "Make it play over and over and over and over again please."

I don't care about the please.  I care about seeing my brain fall out of my head.  I hit "repeat" on the music thingy and just pray that my dirty hair which hasn't been washed in a week will hide the mess of my brain falling out of my head.  Or maybe the tangles will catch it so that I can put it back in at night.

The part that salvages the whole experience is getting to watch two really cute, half dressed, peanut butter crusted boys dance around the room.

We homeschool (unschool, life school, home educate or whatever it's called nowadays), we garden, we "do" shows, we have amazing adventures, we study butterflies going through their metamorphosis, and we ourselves grow.  But we don't sleep.  Well... rarely.