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This is what I believe.

An old Cherokee was teaching his grandchildren about life. He said to them, "A battle is raging inside me ... it is a terrible fight between two wolves. One wolf represents fear, anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority and ego. The other stands for joy, peace, love, hope, sharing, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, friendship, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith."

The old man fixed the children with a firm stare. "This same fight is going on inside you, and inside every other person, too."

They thought about it for a minute and then one child asked his grandfather, "Which wolf will win?"

The old Cherokee replied: "The one you feed."

Before I forget...

Talking with JJ lately can be a bit of a trip. His vocabulary is growing daily, but there are still a few words that he has just a little trouble with. For instance, when you hear JJ ask you for a piss, you might think he is suddenly potty trained. But alas, no. What he wants is a kiss (which, in my opinion, makes the fact that he is indeed not potty trained completely irrelevant).

He also has selective issues with the letter "N". Any coin he finds is a pemmy. And on every page of the book, "Ben's First Ride", JJ is anxious to find "Bem". So it was no surprise that at the pet store this weekend, he was terribly excited to see the bummies!

And I have no idea how Grandpa became Punk, but it's so much fun to see what he'll come up with next.

And he's only two years old.

Every once in a while, JJ gets a tiny storm stuck in him, and he just has to let loose. Tonight, in the midst of Hurricane JJ, a little hand smacked me in the head. Shocked, I yelped, "Ouch!"

JJ immediately stopped, looked at me very seriously, and said, "I sorry, Mom." He then proceeded to climb up on me and wrap his arms around my neck. A second later, he asks, "Piss?" (JJ-speak for kiss. How cute is that?) After a big wet one, he climbed back down to continue mass destruction of our family room.

So, do you think I'm in trouble?

Mamma Mia!

John gave me this movie for Christmas.

Now, I've been know to claim that the '80s was the greatest decade for music ever, but I have to admit... I love me some ABBA! So really, it was not a huge stretch for me to completely adore this movie.

The fact that Pierce Brosnan is also in it? Icing on the cake.

I've been busy.

This is a far cry from solving all of our problems... but it helps.

Happy New Year!

After all that 2008 was and was not for us (and many others), I have searched deep recesses to find an old perspective made new for 2009. My word for this bright and shining new year, and my wish for all who stop by:

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What a wonderful day!

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Are ya feelin' lucky?

My parents are here (yay!), and JJ is having a ball with Grandma and Grandpa. Only he doesn't call them that. Well, he's actually pretty close to calling my mom "Gramma". But what does he call my dad?

"Punk"

Two More Events Recorded For Posterity

One: Shortly after midnight last night, JJ awoke screaming. I went into his room to check on him and re-tucked him in, making sure both Elmo and (Curious) George were available for snuggling. After turning on his sleepy music CD, I returned to bed. Very shortly thereafter, JJ was crying again. Hoping that it would just take him a few minutes to calm down, I remained in my bed listening. After about five minutes, something changed. The crying seemed to be getting... closer. I rolled over in bed and found JJ coming through my door. For the first time ever, he climbed out of his crib. I'm not sure how he did it, especially since I didn't hear a thud. Apparently, angry determination works for him.

Two: JJ is enthralled with our Christmas tree. He loves taking off the ornaments and examining them closely. Of course, he then just leaves them in a pile on the floor, so I find myself redecorating often. Anyway, there is one particular ornament that he has been eyeing for quite some time now - a Hallmark motorcycle that was given to John by an old friend of mine. I placed this motorcycle just out of JJ's reach, and have, on more than one occasion, told him that he can look at that one, but not touch it. Tonight however, the temptation just got to be too much. JJ moved his stool (that he has recently learned is mobil) to the tree and was just able to reach his prize. Unfortunately, he still has not mastered the concept of lifting the ornament off of the branch, so he just pulled down - and eventually out - with all of his little might. And as it turns out, his little might is enough to bring a seven-foot, fully loaded Christmas tree toppling right over. Had it not been for my cat-like (uncharacteristically not sarcastic here) reflexes, which assisted me in catching the tree just in time, we'd still be digging the little guy out of pine and tinsel.

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