March Madness has begun and I assume that since productivity levels at work have plummeted, I might as well throw a blog into the mix. Last night I was thinking of a brilliant post and of course today has brought me back to a blank slate. I can't think straight, I'm sleep deprived and worn down! Miss C has decided that teething should be taken to a whole new level and our household is all paying the price. Except maybe the cat - which brings me to my original thoughts from last night. Random much? I have a list of things that I need to do in my house that simply cannot get finished for all of the reasons mentioned above. The baby papasan that is hardly used has now become a cat's bed on our bedroom floor. It's gross, and if I don't wash it soon and put it away, I'm going to be able to make a blanket out of the hair collecting on it. The problem is that he is always sleeping in it, and I have a problem disturbing sleeping things, people, babies, etc. I have paint sitting in our entryway - which has been painted, but my next project - which I have decided is painting the den - remains untouched. My closet is a hellhole of unorganized shoes, scarves, and purses that I've been saying I'll "clean up" for weeks. I have pictures that need organizing and put into frames. My house isn't a hovel of filth - it's actually pretty clean all things considered - but the things that haven't been done really need doing. I used to be a night owl, doing my most productive work after everyone had gone to bed. Now I'm lucky if I make it to the 10:00 Golden Girls on Hallmark.

The kids are growing wildly fast. I don't even know where to begin. I started thinking about Jack being a little boy now instead of a toddler and I just wanted to wrap him up in my arms like he was a baby again. I miss the days of doing "rockie" in the chair before bedtime and watching him learn to walk. His huge open-mouthed smiles and pulling everything out of the cabinets. Now he's using words like "interested" and "mystery" and organizing his blocks by color. When did he get so grown up? He only wants to wear sweats and insists on taking "bp" in the house. Charlotte is doing so many things like her big brother did - squealing and wriggling all over like a little worm. I think we have a little pistol on our hands...she is desperate to sit up, eat big girl food, and crawl. Her eyes have an ornery twinkle and she can cry and cry in some one's arms, then when I take her, she laughs at them. Laughs! She is ticklish and loves kisses and is starting to belly laugh...one of my favorite sounds in the whole world. So much like her brother, yet so completely different. I constantly pinch myself because I am amazed that I got two of the coolest kids around.

Tonight and this weekend, I will attempt to sandwich some projects in between basketball games some much needed hops, and some nice long runs. Let's hear it for the Jayhawks, my hubby, and my kiddos...love you!