I can start to feel down on life and feel like I don't have, and will never have, enough energy to make it through. But then you get little breaks. Without me even asking to sleep in, Josh got up with the kids on Sunday and let me stay in never-never land... loved it! (I think it kind of helps when you end your Saturday night by saying something to the sorts of, "I can't live my life this way. I am tired all the time!") Then not to mention, he brought me toast in bed. And didn't smack me when I barely looked at it and then rolled over and put my back to him. I did eat it later, so that was officially breakfast in bed. I'm spoiled. Every now and then. And I'll take it.
But life is good despite those reoccurring tired moments. Tomorrow the boys and I pack it up to go to Utah for Thanksgiving and Wednesday Josh will join us there. We get to see all our family and the BYU/Utah game also. In some people's eyes (ie. YOSH) life doesn't get better than that. This is a real fun stage of life. The boys are so cute and have started playing rather well together. Last week, a momentous moment... they were playing football together! They were both down in the starting position, after yelling, "Hut hut hike" they took off running. A couple steps into it, Porter threw up his hands and yelled, "Touchdown." Yes, my 14-month can say touchdown. You may not understand it, but I definitely can. It is crazy. Anyway, they have done that quite often since and it is a lot of fun to watch and be a part of. Sweet boys. Tonight when I layed DB down for bed (in his pack n play, I know it is pathetic and I shouldn't admit that he still sleeps in a pack and play) he said, "I love you, Gay" before I even told him that I loved him. Just touches my heart. Sweet little moments like that... indescribable. Yes, they are good kids.

Anyway, this should be a great week. Happy Thanksgiving!