I’ve had kind of a boring day today. Got up at six with Elijah, dozed on the couch until ten. Got Chris up to get ready for his doctor’s appointment. Ate a bowl of cereal, which I shared with Kyra. Took a shower. Throw in several nursing sessions, a dozen or so diaper changes, a couple loads of laundry, making a couple meals, watching some t.v., reading sporadically, and watching it rain. That’s about it.

I did start my fourth book today. It’s Cold Mountain. I’m just a little way into it, but I think it’s going to be really good. I saw the movie, and I’m hoping the book will be even better. Anytime I read the book first, when I see the movie, I’m really disappointed in it. If I see a movie first, like it, and then read the book, I am usually happy with the book. The movie doesn’t spoil the story, because I saw it first. The book, then, just adds to it. The only time I read the book first, saw the movie later, and was pleased with the movie, was when I read Of Mice and Men, and then saw the movie. The movie was just as good as the book. Probably because the book was so short, they had time to put everything in the movie. Anyway, that’s pointless.

Elijah got his first tooth yesterday, and he pulled up for the first time today. He’s getting so big so fast. It’s exciting in a way, but it makes me sad, too. He’s probably my last baby, so I kind of get sad over his getting bigger. On the other hand, though, I see how much easier Kyra is now, at two, and I am looking forward to him being less demanding of me. I’ll be glad to get a full night’s sleep, and to have my body back. I have been either pregnant or breastfeeding for the last three years.

How about this? I graduated when I was sixteen. Got married at seventeen. Got pregnant and had a baby at eighteen. Got pregnant again about three days after my twentieth birthday, and had a baby at twenty. So far, I’ve not done anything dreadfully important at twenty-one. I’m afriad I may have crammed all of the most momentous of my life’s accomplishments into five short years. I guess the only milestones I have to anticipate as a woman, now, are menopause and death. He he. Don’t you think that was funny? Strangely enough, death seems a little less intimidating than menopause. And I’m only have kidding. I kill myself! Get it? Kill myself…man…what a boring day.

Hey, what do you think about this? While most people are raising kids into their late forties and even fifties…or later….I will only be thirty-eight when Elijah is eighteen. I can do all the travelling and gallavanting about with Chris after they are grown, and I’ll still be young enough to enjoy it.

Well, I have successfully ran out of even the most mundane of topics. So long!