Home alone

Ok, I am not really home alone. I am currently typing and listening to Rebecca alternate between talking to her toy and falling asleep. She has a very definite going to sleep pattern which consists of sticking her thumb in her mouth and rolling over to her side then rolling to the other side and sticking her other thumb in her mouth. She will do this and fuss a little and fall asleep. However, she is laying on her play mat, and I stuck some batteries in a part of it which has never had batteries before. So, everytime she rolls over she kicks the mat, and it starts a light and music show. So, she sings back to it. It is very cute.

She is also very much occupying herself, which gives me time to type. Normally that would not be enough to give me a few moments, but my two other children are gone, Melissa for the summer and Christian for the next couple of weeks. Jamie is working nights, so it is unusually quiet around the house. I have already done my workout, and I am fixing to ruin it by eating homemade blueberry cobbler. I have folded clothes, and now I am typing despite the fact I have nothing really to say. And now she cries, and it is time to go...good thing I had nothing to say!