men should be required to complete a disclosure form when they propose...

You know how when you sell your house you are required to fill out that disclosure form where you fill out any known defects and problems??? I think men should have to fill one out before they propose. Pretty much as a disclaimer/backout of contract clause. I love my husband very much. If I would have read his disclosure I most definitely still would have married him. It would have just been nice to know a few things....

he's a major star trek fan. when he moved in, he had this giant box of taped vhs episodes of star trek

he has never cleaned a bathroom. Now i was pretty shocked at this one. we've been together for SIX years and it took me until just this past christmas eve to find this one out. scary. i asked to him to clean our downstairs bathroom because we had a ton of family coming over. he said ok. he then came back to the kitchen with the swiffer pole and asked where the swiffers where. i asked him what he planned on doing with them. he said to clean the bathroom. i was surprised. but the look on his face told me that he was a bit lost. i asked him if he had ever cleaned a bathroom before. he said no. what??? he's 42 years old!!!!! apparently his mom never made him clean and he always had a cleaning lady. at least he's decent with vacuum....

My personal love/hate relationship with Christmas

Ok. I'm a sap. I love the whole put up a tree, hang lights, Christmas carol singing, goodwill toward men, yada yada yada aspect of Christmas. I hate the traffic down M59 (major street a couple miles long packed on either side with every known store AND a major mall), the dumb buying any present just to have one without any thought, dealing with evil SIL and family and crazy dad. Now don't get me wrong, I pretty much had to buy all my presents the week of Christmas because with both boys sick all month, the thought of leaving the house was very scary.

It was pretty fun watching Louie open his enourmous pile of gifts over the three day present a thon that is Christmas at our house. You walk in our front door and it looks like toys r us spewed all over.

I loved the fact that Louie finally started getting in the spirit a little bit. We watched the Polar Express movie pretty much everyday.

John is finally starting to sit unsupported. And is very good at his lizardlike-belly on the ground crawl. Tommorow is his birthday. I'll be glad when December is over.......

So why Blog

I've never been one to keep a journal. I've always wanted too. I guess I could never write as fast as my brain could talk. I'm kinda surprised it took me so long to start a blog, especially since IT used to be my profession. I guess I just need an outlet. I need to be able to vent, rant, ramble, etc. and I may find my posts interesting to read later on. Especially since my two little boys seem to be growing up so quickly. Maybe I'm blogging in attempt to document their childhood. In any case, here goes.....

A little about me right now. I'm 35. I'm married to hubby for just about 4 years (we've been together for 6 years). We have two boys, Louie is 2 and a half and John is just about 1. We have a very large, small pony of a dog named Baloo and an old-man crotchety, cranky 15 year old cat named Milo.

My hubby and I get along really well. We don't argue too often. My boys seem pretty well-adjusted, or however well adjusted as you can be at such a tender age. Louie picks up more words everyday and he is quite a flirt with the ladies. John is very slow physically for his age. He kindof had a rough start. He was born 6 weeks early, was in the special care nursery at the hospital for 2 weeks ( that means he wasn't bad enough to be in the real NICU but had to be monitored 24/7) He seemed pretty great but then we noticed he had a weird, flat shaped head on one side and refused to turn his head left. So now he wears this hockey helmet. He's had it since he was about 5 months old. He goes to physical therapy twice a week. It started off just being for his neck muscles. The therapist is now seeing him for gross mother delay. AKA lets whack out my mother syndrome. John wont sit by himself unless he's supported and only crawls lizard-like on his belly. I'm hoping all this is just because he chooses not too right now. Next month his neurologist wants him to have a muscle biopsy to make sure there's nothing really wrong. Along with a cat scan. I'm not capable right now to really dwell on that. I don't really let on to everyone that I'm really scared shitless about something being horribly wrong.....