My poor William was left to cry it out today...a term used to negatively describe what "mainstream" moms are rumored to do to their sweet innocent babes. It was a desperate move, but desperate times...you know. The kid hasn't slept...in days. He just crys. And whines. And does this back archy thing that he does when he is royally pissed off. So I layed him down, he fussed for about 10 minutes, and he went to sleep. For two hours. Go figure.

I also figured out, maybe he hungry. At seven months old, I haven't really been feeding him anything (besides good old fashioned breast milk). Maybe he wants more. So I fed him. And he ate. Wow. I think I lost brain cells with this baby, because I think Riley was exactly this age when i told Laura the same thing. And I thought she was stupid...so what does that make me when I did it to my own (FIFTH) kid?? Damn, feed the kid and they will stop whining. What a concept. Of course, he wasn't so gung-ho about the eating thing anyway, but Lee thinks he just couldn't figure it out. Must be a Stocker thing, those Pyskaty's know how to eat.

On other fronts (or bottoms)....JACKSON PEED ON THE POTTY. He asked to go, I took him, he went. The day for weirdness.

And speaking of weird...what is it about almost twelve year old boys? I just have to shrug my shoulders.....Tyler will not wear a coat. He wears this flannel thing that is not warm, he wears his new shoes to walk the dog, and he wears an old undershirt under a button down. At least he is regularly using shampoo now.

Lilly dances like Elaine from Seinfeld. Must post a video.

Brenna is perfect...