Good morning world! Look at me - I got up at 6:30 this morning! I am Super Woman, see me go back to sleep hear me roar!

My cousin Joey (who Eli calls "Uncle Jokey"--gotta love that toddler accent!) came in yesterday evening and spent the night with us. He's in the process of moving to New Orleans, and I've snagged him for frequent visits. Anyway, we got up early and jogged, since the opportunity for a running partner is rare. And I must say, I feel quite invigorated! I usually go in the late afternoon, after Patrick gets home from work, and it is h-o-t. So this was a nice change. It was actually a better, longer run than I usually get.

This 6:30 thing though- that's rough. I'm going to have to get used to that all over again, since Wrenn starts school in just a few weeks. We'll have to be walking out the door at 7:30 every morning. Luke is stretching his nights out a little longer, but it's still pretty tiring. He takes his last night feeding at at 11:30, then he wakes up again around 4:30. Ya know, now that I think about it, that's not bad for 2 1/2 months, huh?

In other news, we were out of town this past weekend, visiting my uncle and his wife in Gulfport. I don't get over there often enough, so I was glad for the chance. The kids had a ball- we even went to the beach, which was gross. Poor Mississippi. The kids didn't notice how nasty it was, so they had a great time. I, on the otherhand, had to supress my gag reflex more than once. I slathered the kids with sunscreen, but forgot about my ownself. So, yes. Shannon got crispy. I so wish it would turn into a tan, but last time I looked, hell had not frozen over, so there you have it.

If I was a superhero, my superpower would the ability to absorb sunlight with no side effects.

Anyway, I had to spend most of yesterday getting things back to order from the weekend, so I had no time to blog. And today, Patrick will be taking the computer, so this is my one shot deal for the day. Hope everyone had a nice weekend, and has a great week. I'll pop on later tonight, if the kids say it's okay.

oh, alright. I'll pop on later if I can tear myself away from Harry Potter. (which I must thank Amy for, and my mom too. My desperate, shameless plea yielded two copies!)