Isn't it funny how scents bring up such memories. Jeff bought Irish Spring body wash one time, and I was repulsed by it. It brought back memories of my Dad having a whole linen closet full of this soap... bar soap... none the less (I hate bar soap). Ugh! I was glad when that was emptied. It just reminds me of how cheap my Dad is, there must have been a sale and he bought hundreds of them, whether we liked the smell or not.

One night I got up to go the bathroom. I smelled my mother's hair spray in the hallway. Isn't that the strangest thing. She wore LOTS of hairspray, and when I smelled it... all kinds of memories came back. What does that mean? Was she there? I need to go see that psychic I have lots of questions about the dead. Wondering if my Mom visits? Wondering why I keep having the dreams of my Aunt dying. It's been over a year since I've been to a psychic.

And just listening to the song "My sister" gets me back to my wishing I had a sister thing. I really hope Jess and Steph have a good relationship when they grow up. I know, I live in a fairy tale because not all sister relationship are perfect. But I have always wished I had a sister, and wished for the bosom buddy relationship that you read about in books. Oh well. Be thankful for what you got... oh yeah, I got 2 crummy brothers... hahaha.

I'm listening to music in myspace, farting around with the playlist. Isn't it funny how you get stuck on an artist, and love every song, and can play them over and over. I LOVE REBA! I'm sad I'm not going to see her concert this year, she's finally touring again. But it's just too far a drive. I wish she'd come to the palace.

I did find out that they were doing finger puppets in preschool today, Jessica starting doing that today before bed with her thumb, having a conversation with me. "What is your name Mama?" "My name is Jessie". I'm not sure how she got stuck on the name Jessie, the only person that calls her that on a rare occasion is her Grandma. But everytime you ask her what her name is... it's Jessie. Which is cool, just funny..... And she was singing Pat a cake at the dinner table, so they must have done that today. And I know they mashed apples and made apple sauce because the teacher said they did that. But other than that... I have no idea what they do every day. A 3 year old can't explain her day very well. And she's crabby when I pick her up. And has been taking a nap when she gets home from school, but today she refused.

I took Steph for her 3 month pic. They came out all right. They raised their prices which annoys me. And I know there isn't too many poses a 3 month old can do, but I just wasn't excited this time. She did smile in one. But, I don't know... should I try a new place next month? Just for something new. I did order the collage. But I picked 3 pics, and I regret not picking all 3 with the same background. I should have told the lady I don't like multiple backgrounds, it doesn't look well in a collage. Oh well, partly my fault.

I found a preschool online that I'm thinking of sending Jess next year. I want one closer and one that goes longer than 2 hours. So, there is one 7 minutes from my house, it goes Mon. Wed. Fri from 9-1130pm. Perfect time, I hate that we have afternoon preschool. I wish I would have thought of all this before. But it is double the price of what we pay now. So I guess even if you factor in all the gas I am spending driving 15 min. there and back twice I guess it's still better than paying double the price. Oh well, I'm going to call and at least inquire about it for next year.

Tomorrow is Date night. We decided to drop the kids off at the inlaws when Jeff gets home at 3pm (no damn overtime, which sucks) and then go out to eat, and come back home to a nice and QUIET house, where we can do whatever we want in PEACE! We'll pick them up by 8pm so they can do their usual bedtime routine. I can't wait until they are older and we can drop them off for an over night visit. We have not had a date night in over a year. Not counting a couple of weddings we went to this year.

MIL laughs about the bath thing, but whatever... coincidence or not... I'm going to continue.... she believes in her old wives tales too, like rice cereal in the bottle from day one... and that's a bunch of bull... that doesn't make them sleep longer like she claims. I know, I got desperate and tried it with Steph, and it didn't work. Eventually when she was 6 weeks she figured out night and day on her own, just like the other kids did. It's more about maturity to sleep the night, rather than how full they are.

Anyhow, I've talked too much, and now my night is half over, UGH! I swore I was going to write in their baby journals instead of this blog... but here I am night after night... oh well!