I'll get right to it...yesterday J said that he and I spend about 4 hours of our day sitting on G1's floor waiting for him to sleep. FOUR HOURS! That's a lot of time. In that time, I read magazines or books, surf the internet, and even sleep if I can. At first this may seem like a great break for us, but it's not. #1, it's uncomfortable to sit on the floor. #2, it's not productive sitting on the floor- wasting time surfing CNN or celebrity gossip sites is not the same as cleaning the house, getting laundry done, & returning many back logged phone calls.

Anyway, right now as I sit on his floor, G1 is giving himself high-five's. Literally he's laying in his bed, holding one hand out, whispering to himself, "give me a high-five," and then he's slapping his own hand five. He's on probably his 50th slap.

Often times he'll talk to himself, wave his hands in the air so he can see them, wiggle his own fingers in front of his face to make funny images in his eyes, or laugh out loud at his own clever toddler thoughts. He tries extra hard to keep himself from falling asleep. Ahhhh, hours and hours go by this way.

G2 doesn't give us sitting on the floor issues. He's more of a daylight mover. When he's awake, you can't even hold him for more than a few seconds before he squirms his way out of your arms. He never stops moving. Now that he walks, he goes everywhere. Up and down the halls, into bedrooms, opens the oven drawers, dumps the dog bowls, opens drawers looking for sharp things. He is giving us a run for our money. In a way, where G1 is fairly easy to deal with during his waking hours, G2 takes over for him.

It's no wonder our house is a complete mess. Oh, and it's no wonder J & I are always exhausted.