My "what I thought about when I went to sleep" post...

A. The apples do not fall far from the tree. So true, right? When I look at my kids and see the things they do, I realize that they are definitely our kids. They freak when their hands get dirty -- my fault. Riley leaves her socks in various places throughout the house -- Ryan's doing. They cheese it up for the camera -- obviously my side of the family (duh, I'm Asian.) Ronan's immense love for chocolate chip cookies -- no question, Ryan. Their amazing sense of rhythm and movement while music plays -- uh, me!

Point is, is that they are so much like us and what annoys us, is what WE created. What we love is what WE created... It's just fun to watch and when we really can sit back and think about it, we end up seeing that they are just mini versions of us, with a twist!

B. I can't get enough garlic. Am I trying to ward away evil demons or vampires? Maybe. I am eating garlic with anything I can get. Breakfast this morning? Garlic pasta. Dinner last night? Garlic parmesan wingies. Lunch yesterday? Garlic pasta. It's no wonder why Ryan stands 3 feet away from me.

C. How much cleaning can one person really do in a day? I feel guilty about the house. The current state it is in, is atrocious. For the most part, things are organized to the room they need to be in, but it's a matter of actually cleaning the mess up. I can't stand it. I almost wish I could just throw it all away...but I can't...because, well, I just can't. Although I'd love to throw away the citation I got for the accident I was in a few weeks back. Can't wait to go to court for that one.

D. I wish there was an all-you-can-eat diet that cures cellulite. (Don't laugh...this was what I was thinking about right before I went to sleep, people.) A girl can dream, right?

E. Riley has her first cheerleading competition next week. I cannot wait to see her. I'm just excited she really wants to do it.

F. Ronan won't shut up. You are totally laughing at this point, right? I mean, what, months ago, I complained about him NOT talking. I know! He is a chatty cathy, but not a cathy, more like a carl. Chatty Carl. Yep. He asks for things. He wants to "play baseball game." He wants "mo cookie pweese." It's crazy. We can't even remember the days when he didn't talk. It's gotten too loud to remember...