Ok, so Bryant's in Denver. I love Denver. However, I would really love it more if he were here with us. The boys miss him. I miss him. We're working on getting him home more, if we play our cards right. That would be great because I just can't be a daddy. I'm terrible at being Daddy. He is the patient one, the fun parent, the potty training whisperer. I'm so scared that I am failing the boys by not doing all the "male" stuff. I have a constant guilt that I should be doing MORE. I try really hard to be a good mom, but I'm not patient, I despise potty training, and I suck at being spontaneous. I AM good for hugs and kisses and a few pillow fights, I do have some redeaming qualities! Oh, and I make a mean grilled cheese, too. I hope that the boys will one day realize what a sacrifice that their dad has made and that they will appreciate it.
Wow, that was rather depressing. On a happier note, Tanner has entered the "why?" phase of life. At least he still thinks I know everything.
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