Monday Mumblings

• It doesn't take much to leave me speechless. But apparently some type of virus, some strain, some leading worship, some yelling at my kids, and some NEVER GETTING REST will do the trick. I don't have a voice.
• Despite feeling pretty under the weather, I decided to defy my complete lack of energy & I walked a mile.
• I qualified for a market research study. $75 in one hour. Not too shabby in the least bit.
• My BFF Bday is tonight. E & I share a horoscope...no, I'm not into that, it's just my way of saying that our bdays (like my SIL) are a week apart. So, every year around this time, we carve out an evening (in tonight's case, it will be a late night) to share our birthdayness with our 3rd muskateer, Heather. We act silly, talk about sex, pimples, & days gone by and forget for just a few hours, that we won't be meeting at our locker the next morning.
• Today Flynn had GRANDPARENTS' DAY at school. And because she has the WORLD'S BEST GRANDPARENTS, her table was full. Even Bubs showed up. Wearing a collared shirt.
• I love that we live in a country where we can vote. Where we have freedom. Where we have the right to voice our opinion, debate, and learn.
• Last week & over the weekend was like a fall preview. When I said, "Oh guys! (to my 2 little guys) I just love this weather! My favorite season is almost here."
  Flynn squealed, "Fall is my favorite too! I get to jump in the leaves!!!"
• Gabe's speech seems to be slipping. He's doing lots of repeating, almost close to stuttering. He is also showing lots of ocd behavior. I know when he's looping on something, that he can't get it out of his head -- it's just as torturous to him as to me (probably more) but nonetheless, my patience!, I have none!
• I miss the girls. Horribly.
• The other day, we were at church working...and were doing a McD's run. I asked Flynn if she wanted fish or hamburger. She said, "Can I get treet pickles? Like Madelyn." I tried to understand what she was saying.... "Flynn, how can I be sure you are getting three pickles, I can't specify that you want three pickles on your burger. They don't do it that way at mcdonalds."
  "NO MOM, not THREE. TWEET pickles. Like candy is Tweet or Bubby is Tweet. Please, she wasn't calling him sweet this afternoon. For there to never be teasing allowed at our house, she sure knows how to scare him. And to him, everything is SO 'Pooky!!