Man Blogger is LOCKED DOWN.

I just spent 20 minutes trying to get back into this blog.  I think I could have robbed a bank a little easier. 

But I am here. That is what matters.

I need to blog again.  I need an outlet.  Even if it is once a week, I am happy to be back.

So much has happened since the last time we were all together *wink*. As I quickly mentioned before, we have added another baby. She is the last, you hear me.. THE LAST.  Traci and I have gone completely off of the deep end.  She tried to be a stay at home mom for about 5 months.  She lasted 4 months and 3 weeks longer than I could have.   She and I are now working for the same company. I love it.  Unfortunately, we are in different offices.  I wish I could work along side of her every day.  What I am even more excited about? That she is out of the house and speaking with adults other than myself on a regular basis.  Some are built for being SAHM's.  Some can even do home schooling and all that crazy ass "fun" stuff.  Us? We love daycare and we love going to work.  Does that make us bad parents? NO.  Do we have the guilt that others feel when they hear from their SAHM friends... like.. oh.. we should really doo thaaattt! Nope. We don't feel that, either. 

That doesn't mean I wish I didn't have to work AS MUCH. I still have dreams of winning the lottery so I could tell my boss SEEE YAAA!

So, back to Sweet Pea.  We like to call her Our Little Prozac.  She is always smiling and giggling and she loves Mr. Handsome and Bean SO SO MUCH.  She lights up when they walk into the room.  Mr. Handsome could keep her happy for 20 minutes at a time.  Which equates to about 4 hours in toddler time.  She was only supposed to stay with us for 6 weeks.  We were okay with that.  Then we were told she needed an adoptive home. So, here we are, now completely head over heals in love with her, hoping she will be with us forever. 

We just had our first official Halloween as a family of 4.  It was a lot of fun.  One *ahem* came down with the stomach flu. I am home from work.  Traci is on the couch home from work.  I just got a call that Mr. Handsome has had two blow outs and I need to come pick him up. 

Don't judge me.  My plan was to Lysol the damn house.