Happy 50th birthday to my stepdad, Mike.

Our trip to Denver was fun. We had a great time. The Rockies game was a good experience, although rather boring. (They won, by the way.) Waterworld is really cool, I just wished that the lines were not SO STINKIN LONG! We ended our day in the wave pool which was really fun and a little bit scary. OK, more than a little scary. There is something kinda freaky about a huge wave coming at you throwing bodies toward you. Really.

I missed my babies. I guess that Saturday night, before I got home, Eden kept looking out the window asking, “Is that mommy? Is that mommy?” It makes me feel sad. Honor was so mad at me when I first got home. He would not let me hold him and wouldn’t let me nurse him until I left the room and he realized that he might want me. But today when he woke up, he was fine. I’m glad. For a minute there I thought that he would never nurse again and I would be in boob suffering hell like dooce.

Yawn, I’m going to bed. The girls only let me get 4 hours of sleep because they stayed up late giggling and then decided to order a wake up call for 6am. I’m the only one who woke up. They will be punished later.