We had the party last night at my mom's house and he had a blast. However, I will never EVER hold another birthday party for a child that young, that late. He was still on a sugar high around 11:30-12 last night. While Rob and I weren't there because we had went somewhere, my mom told me he played and screamed for a while before SHE passed out on the couch.

Pictures soon to come of his toys, his birthday cake destruction, and hopefully him blowing bubbles with Miss Kelly at therapy.

Wish I could be more detailed, but I'm at work. Just wanted to let you know the party was great and we got lots of pics.

Ethan will be one soon, in about 13 days to be exact. It's mind boggling and I'm trying to figure out where the time went with him. I feel like he went behind my back and grew up on me. Soon, he'll be in kindergarden and I'll still be saying, "Didn't I JUST have you?" I finished the last of the present buying this morning with Rob. We both got stuck in the toy aisle at Wal-mart and luckily I hadn't gotten my pay check yet, otherwise, I'd be in trouble. Ethan would be rolling in toys, but I'd be in trouble.

Halloween went great. The costumes fit perfectly, all three of them were well behaved, and they racked up on candy! I will be posting pictures as soon as possible. Same goes for the birthday party.

I've been exhausted. I even took a nap before going in this afternoon and I still feel like a truck ran me down. I thought I'd sleep in tomorrow, but that probably won't happen since I can't leave tonight to cash my check. Hmm. . . Maybe I can sleep after work on Sunday. **Maybe**

Ethan has been pulling up on his knees all week and Tuesday he actually got both his knees off the ground and was on the balls of his feet while holding onto his car seat. He was showing his great-grandparents what a big boy he's become (that was their first time ever seeing him). My babies are getting so big. With that, plus the bithdays and halloween and the holidays coming up I'm gonna have to invest in a digital camera.

Things are pretty stressful on the homefront. Lately, Rob and I have been fighting like cats and dogs, more than what he did when he was cheating. It's horrible. I feel like I've been put in the role of being more Ethan's mother and Rob's jailer than his best friend. Which is fine on the first one, I am Ethan's mom, but it feels like I'm having to hold that fact over Rob's head sometimes. I've given him a considerable sum of money to keep him out of trouble, but when we disagree (i.e., I say something he doesn't want to hear about J or about Ethan or about what has happened in the past 30 days or so. . . I know, I'm being cryptic. Sorry.) I go from "the only friend he has left" to super-mega bitch who is trying her damnest to keep him and J separated because I want him back, which really pisses me off because I've done nothing since the day I found out they were engaged. We've had some pretty serious arguments because I'm worried about what will happen to our son and his daughter if he screws up again. Yeah, things are to that point. It would be out of mine and J's hands, but we'd be the ones dealing with it. I still love him, I admit that. I admited it to him AND to J. But I don't want him back because there's no way in hell he could love me and treat me this way.

Court went just fine. We were out really quick, didn't even have to see the judge. And I got my money back. Not in actually cash, but the DA knocked it off my back pay, which was fine with me.

The kids are great. Ethan sat on his own without using his hands for balance for the first time Thursday in therapy. It was adorable. He actually waved to Rob and I. He's saying "da-da", "baby", "hey", and "cat", but no "ma-ma" yet. His birthday will be here before I know it (Nov. 15th). He's gonna be spiderman for Halloween. Emily is going to be a gothic fairy (my mother will be thrilled. . .) and Noah can not make up his mind, so his costume hasn't been bought yet. And Tori is coming down Monday for another one day visit. I am so excited.

and strangely enough I haven't really thought about it. My focus has been on other things. Ethan, the child care stuff, seeing Emily and Noah, seeing Noah without the threat of an explosive poop situation (which has been the case the last three times I've picked him up. Mom's house smelled like crap all week. It was horrible. And I was at my wit's end with it. John said he's been fine at his house and he's not eating anything different over at mom's so I don't know).