I’m absolutely addicted to TLC’s new show, Surviving Motherhood. Moms, you all should check it out.
My brother is coming home from Iraq in just a couple weeks. I’m soooo excited. It’s just a temporary visit, but it will be so nice to see him. And I’m looking forward to introducing him to Trinity.
I had a dream last night that I had missed the enrollment date for Gracie’s school year. (She’s enrolled already for preschool, but if you want a transfer to the better school here, you apply in September, an entire YEAR before she actually goes.) I woke up in a cold sweat. Ugh. Pressure.
Poor Gracie. She hasn’t been sleeping well and she’s had nightmares for the past few nights. I was rocking both crying girls, one in each arm. Which I secretly enjoyed. I love them so much. I couldn’t quit kissing their sweet little cheeks.
Yesterday, Gracie asked me if she could go to heaven. I told her yes, but not right now, that I wanted her to stay with us for awhile and we’ll all go to heaven when it’s time. She asked if it was like Frontier City. Um, well, sure. *Note to self: Ask God to install a kiddie coaster just inside the pearly gates.*

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