"Insanity is hereditary: You can get it from your children." -Sam Levinson

The whole system is breaking down. I'm not even sure when it happened, but the last couple of days have shown me that I have lost total control. I'm on the computer and while distracted Hannah shoves this paper in my face saying, "sign this, sign this!" I almost do cuz I'm not paying full attention and just want to stop the racket. A second before I do I think to say, "why am I signing this again?"
Hannah:"It's a contract."
Me: "But there are no words, it's only two lines."
Hannah: "Don't worry about that. You sign, I'll write out what it's for later."
Am I raising a future mob lawyer or what?

In the meanwhile, Jackson has taken to calling me "girlfriend" as of late. Everything is, "Oh no you didn't girlfriend!" or "Can I wear my hat, girlfriend." "Where are my chicken nuggets girlfriend?" I keep thinking: is he serious with this??

Drew is a baby obsessed. I'm not sure why it's with my pink cell phone, but it is. He hunts it. He knows where I charge it and goes and gets it. If he finds my charger cord, but no phone on it he whines. If i charge it up on the counter, he pulls the cord until the phone falls down. I can no longer toggle down on my phone which I'm sure is because it is short circuted with baby drool.



My sanity comes in the form of my 10 year old, Justin. I highly recommend that everyone have a 10 year old. They are fabulous. He helps save Drew from himself, plays video games with Jackson to help keep him happy, and let's me know ahead of time of the more devious of Hannah's schemes before she has a chance to impliment them. Although, not to be left out of the kid loop he did just inform me very rationally that he feels he needs an Xbox 360 because Madden 09 for the Wii is "getting horrible reviews". Again, I'm not sure when I lost the control, but clearly I have. (Probably sometime while I was holed up reading Breaking Dawn, but it could have been sooner. )