LOL, the booming voice schtick....yeah that works, but not for me....I sound like a raging hen. One syllable from hubby in booming voice and I swear the world is silent. With such a powerful weapon, I can see why he seldom uses it....it makes me cry too!

I do a bit more of the 'looks of daggers' and silent pouting these days....I am more of a post menopausal Brunhilde. I also have the 'nag' but that seems far less effective these days...no one listens.

No one told me this child wakes TWICE per nite for feeding....Lord. I suppose I should have asked before I committed to this....ugh. I committed when I thought I was getting a one year old. Well, at least I get to train him to my schedule.....in time.

Good thing he is cute during the day.....never the less, this will be a looooong 18 months. This too shall pass.

I refer to my adopted children as 'chosen' children, since that was the term applied to these kids....you know, to make them feel special.....my 'regular' kids, whatever name one chooses to them....bio, birth, whatever are apparently lower on the foodchain. Well, I would do this for any of my kids, but, it is a lot to ask.

'Chosen' has apparently conferred some sense of entitlement....well, whatever, this little boy had no choice in his matter, and would likely rather be with a doting mom (if he had one), than an ailing grandma....yet, he smiles so sweetly at me, that it warms my heart, and I don't feel old and ailing.....except at 2am. Unfortunately this has the impact of running a marathon a day!