I'm not sure if I'm thinking clearly.......

Well, here's my first attempt at blogging. It's 11 at night, Chris is flying. I should be in bed, but I'm up here doing something that I will probably become obsessed with, but don't have the time for................but it seems like such a great idea. I have friends that have blogs and I'm always so excited to read what is going on in their lives. Will I have people excited to read mine??? Oh well, we'll see what happens. In theory, this is a great idea. We move all the time and we always have a couple of friends we stay in touch with at each place--maybe I can talk all the people I stay in touch with to start blogs too.

So, where to start? I think I'll start simple for now, even though we've had some really big stuff going on lately. We moved into a new house and we love it. Michael loves it because our bedroom is on the first floor and he can easily venture into our closet and put on our shoes. I'll post the latest pictures of him tromping around in mine. Cal really needs a haircut. Chris accuses me of dressing him like a girl on Sundays and now my friends are asking me if I'm going to cut his hair anytime soon. I'm just so used to it being long and I'm so afraid someone will mess it up even though I saw some pictures today of it when it wasn't so long and he looked so cute. I think we will have to cut it this week, much to the dismay of my mom.

Michael had his program at Child's Day Out today. He's been belting out all these songs at home for us, so we kind of knew which ones they were singing in the sanctuary today for the big crowd. Well, we got some great footage of him standing there like a Roman statue--about 20 minutes of it. His teacher had told me last week they'd had trouble with some of the kids picking their noses, pulling up shirts, hands where they shouldn't be, etc. We started to get nervous when he pulled up his shirt a little, but then were okay when we saw his teacher motioning something at him and he pulled it down. He didn't sing one word or make one hand motion until the very end when he participated in the big finish. Of course, all the way home, he went on and on about how he sang in the program--I just love it! We were so proud of him and waved at hime constantly, but he didn't wave at us. Isn't it usually the kid waving at the parents?????

Okay--I have to go to bed now. Sorry the one picture is sideways. I thought I'd be able to turn it, but can't figure it out right now!