I'm ignoring my bed. My four boys are sleeping with their colds, I'm awake with mine after an exhausting day.  So I decide to start a blog?  I guess I was in the mood - instead of in bed.

I've never felt a reason to blog until now.  My parents are moving to England to live with my brother in two months.  We will miss them terribly, but they'll be back in two years.  In the meantime - I blog, they read, they feel like they're here. 

Speaking of England, my oldest boy was talking to his grandma the other day.  They were discussing her upcoming departure to England.  Grandma was highlighting the merits of convincing his parents to come and visit (read: she wants us to pay for five round trip tickets across the pond) by telling him that there are castles everywhere.  In this conversation Jake discovers there are WEAPONS in the castles: "I wish our town was in England," says the typical seven year old.  Upon making further discovery that you actually cannot legally carry weapons in England, he comments, "I guess I DON'T wish our town was in England."

He's a boy.  My life with four little boys.

goodnight,

brooke