the last 3 weeks

Well they've been kind of a whirl wind. There's been a lot of family drama. Drama that I never intended to get in the middle of. But it happened. It's pretty much over, but still looming in the air. Thankfully the grunt of it is over. But oh well, shit happens. Everyone will get over it. I don't want to mention the goings on of our drama just in case someone finds my blog that isn't suppose to. That is that.

Caleb, my sweet little, tiny, perfect baby, has turned 11 weeks old. I love him so much. He's my all, my shinig light. Wyatt, who everday, is growing up way to quickly. His grammar and vocabulary improves on an hourly basis. He is my sunshine. Sometimes he is the toddler that throws a tantrum. But he is my love. I am grateful for him, for having my boys. I love them with all my being and don't know where i'd be without either of them.

But there's my mush for the week.