I sometimes wonder why God gave me boys. I grew up in a house full of women. A mom and three girls. Mark is the one with all the insight into their little brains. There are days when I am amazed that such small people can be weapons of mass destruction. There is lots of noise and ruckus followed by a thud and then you wait for the cry. Today I was called downstairs to the den and found that Aidan had himself trapped inside a cupboard that has not yet been attatched to the wall by the desk . Ethan has puched so hard on the frosted glass doors that they are now on the opposite side of the little stoppers. With some careful manuevering, I was able to open the doors and save the cupboard... I mean the 4 year old inside. Both boys had been told to leave this piece of furniture alone on more than one occasion, the most recent being about 20 minutes before. They are exhausting and are on high speed until their heads hit the pillow. This is why I have no idea why some parents keep their kids up until 9 or 10 o'clock. It is almost 7:00 now and it is time for my 2 beautiful balls of energy to go to bed and for me to regain my sanity until 7:oo am when we do it all over again.