my brain...a mystery to us all

Alright...so here is a blog free of pictures or anything to do with my children and family. Strictly about my brain. I am one of those chain thinkers. I start thinking about one thing, and the next thing I know I'm on a COMPLETELY different subject. Wow.

For example, one time while we were living in Asheboro (the home of the NC Zoo) I started thinking about how it would be fun to take Kendalynn, and I thought about whether they had tigers or not. Within 30 seconds I had started planning out in my mind what would ever happen if I came face to face with a tiger in the jungle, and how I would protect Kendalynn. And to be honest, I was getting a little worried about it. That is a very simple example.

Last night was an especially good chain reaction. Bare with me here, and mind you that this all took place in under a minute. I laid down after we said prayers, and noticed that my tongue was between my teeth. I then recalled an unpleasant story of a friend biting a chunk of his tongue off jumping on a trampoline and needing stitches to get it back on. I then thought to myself that if there was an earthquake or something during the night, I wouldn't want to risk biting my tongue, so I moved it. But that led me to the thought that there aren't really earthquakes in the south, but more so hurricanes or twisters or whatever. So then I started thinking about how terrible it would be to have a twister come attack my house so I started thinking about how I could make sure I could safely get my family and potential future pets into the basement/cellar to wait it out. That made me think about how if we had a cat and he was out wandering the neighborhood when the twister was about to hit, what if he didn't return when being called? My parents cat will sometimes come back to the house when we call him but not always. Whereas, if we had a dog during this disaster, it would always be in the house or in the backyard so it would be easy to save, and bird would always be in their cages and such. I kinda went back and forth about how it might be possible to have an inside only cat, or MAYBE the cat would sense the twister coming so he'd stay inside if we were lucky. But not likely. So I came to the conclusion that I'd be okay to not ever have a cat in our family. (tyler is allergic anyway.)

Wow. So after I went through this process I said out loud to Tyler that I would be okay with not getting a cat to which he asked where that came from. After telling him my chain of random thoughts he pointed out to me how weird I am. Yup.

So after laughing at myself for a few minutes I decided to blog about this experience for all of you, asking for any of you who do this sort of thing to comment so I know I'm not alone. But if not, hopefully you were at least able to get a kick out of this like Tyler and I did last night. :)

it's at it again

Well once again my blog will no longer let me post pictures. This time I think I might have a good idea of what the problem is, so we'll see what I can do to fix it this time around. But in the meantime, I posted pictures on my facebook of all the crazy happenings around here.

So thus far life is going good with both of these crazy kids. Logan is starting to be a little bit more of a fussy baby, but I'm starting to get a better idea of what it is he's unhappy about. He's doing really good through the night, and the other night he slept for 6 hours which was WONDERFUL. Kendalynn is doing...okay. She is going through a splendid phase of always wanting to take the blanket off Logan while he's sleeping. And then she'll rush over to him again and try to pick him up really fast before I notice. Luckily, she's never been successful, or even made him cry so that's good. A few times she's attempted to sit on him, and even step on him, but again, luckily it always happens when I'm already right there. She also seems to be getting worse about listening to what I tell her (especially when it comes to leaving Logan alone) so hopefully soon I'll figure out how to move past that cause it's rather frustrating at times. But oh well I guess, it's what comes with the job and I'll figure the only thing I can do is to do my best in the meantime to help her learn!

But anyway...I must be off to protect Logan and feed them both so they'll sleep so I can sleep. Last night Logan did okay...we went to bed at 2 which is really late because he decided to be wide awake last night. He then woke up at 6 to eat (still 4 hours, not terrible) and luckily one ate for about 25 minutes before going to sleep again. Sadly, Kendalynn woke up around 7 (normally she wakes up around 9) and instead of trying to coax her into going back to sleep I figured I'd just bring her in our bed to sleep instead which I never do. And this morning reminded me of why I never do. Kendalynn tends to think of our bed as a sort of "fun" zone or something. Rather than ever attempting to sleep in our bed, she just gets really excited and wants to play. So I tried to sleep a little more while getting kicked in the stomach, hit in the face, sat on, and countless other "fun" things instead. Who needs sleep anyways...it's overrated.

Here is a link that should work to take you to my pictures on facebook. A few of them are repeats, but my kids are cute so you can look at the pictures again. :)

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2142909&id=193302356&l=3f8bc5df81