My Little All-Star

Phillip discovered the photo booth on the computer, so now he wants to take pictures all the time. Phillip has recently taken up an interest in playing basketball. It's so cute watching him and Mike play together.

Sick and addicted to popcorn.

His first real sickness.

We have been very blessed with Phillip so far as sicknesses are concerned. This is only the fourth time he's ever been sick. The first three times were all infections though. This seems to be more of a cold. The down side to having such a healthy child is that you don't know what to do when they finally are sick. I'd like to just ride things out but I worry too much. I mean, he's obviously not too sick because he still wants to run around and play, but his cough sounds so horrible. I worry that his lungs are congested or something and the last thing I want is for him to get pneumonia. Is that over-thinking?

On a lighter note, I seem to have become addicted to popcorn and popsicles. I swear it is all I want to eat all day long. Obviously I make myself eat other things, too, but I don't really want them. I'm even eating a popsicle right now! Pregnancy makes you do silly things sometimes.

Wondering.....

Do you ever just feel a little useless?

That is sort of how I have been feeling lately. I know that I must have some kind of talent or experience to share, but I don't know what it is or how to do it. I know I should be enjoying the free time I have since we will have a new baby in a few months that takes up all of my time, but I just don't feel very needed right now. Not in the "real" sense of the word anyway. I know my family enjoys me taking care of their every whim, but I've gotten in the habit of not expecting them to do anything for themselves because I feel like I need to be doing something all the time. I hear so many people talk about how busy their lives are and how they don't have any free time. I honestly don't know how that's possible. I volunteer to help with any and everything , but my calendar is always half empty and frankly so is my heart. I really want to have a purpose in life.

Perhaps my pregnancy hormones are just at it again. I know I shouldn't be complaining. Most women would love to have as much time with their families as I do. I would probably feel better if the weather wasn't always so awful and unreliable. I really enjoy outdoor activities. Unfortunately there's not a lot you can do when you have a two year old and the wind is blowing thirty miles an hour. Right now I'm sort of hoping nobody reads this entry. I don't want to sound like a pessimist. I just want... something.