I can blog all day!

I have found that it is hard to blog when you have nothing to tell anyone. :) ummmm........today I tried really hard not to get mad at Nora. It was hard. She is at the stage where she spills (on purpose!) hits, bites, snatches, draws on non paper items, climbs on the counter, searches for things she can't have--like knives, pushes chairs over to reach whatever her heart desires, touches the sick stray cat that Ben needs to humanely deal with, makes Della cry every time I turn my back, and screams any time i take something or remove her from something. And then somehow, at the close of the day, we have the sweetest moments as we read a story, and she tries to tell me about the picture on the wall, and we give Eskimo and butterfly kisses, and we laugh, laugh, laugh. It is one of Heavenly Father's most twisted creations -- the two year old. But.....strangely, I love this stage. This is my role; this is what I do. I must be twisted, too. On that note, I think I'll hit the sack. Good night all my fellow sufferers.