I have whirly twirly ideas spinning in my head and I need a break. I start to get overwhelmed by them and feel guilty for not acting on them...regardless of their ridiculous nature. I've started passing my ideas on to other people lately, in hopes that someone else will have more time than I.

For instance...my sister Becky. She is busy as all get-out, (do people still use that phrase?) but travels for a living with her family, so she might have some down time between rest stops for writing a book I think she should write. I e-mailed her this morning to tell her about it.

I have a little down time this morning and have proven myself pretty lazy. Owen had a fever and spilled the graham crackers last night, so I am home with him and the little guys this morning. I amn't (a conjunction formed from the words am and not...don't be afraid of it...it's fun to say) feeling too good myself to be honest so I'm sipping sadni caj (okay...it's Slovenian for fruit tea, Kristy brought me some spicy fruit mixture and it's yummy) and nibbling on toast with honey.

I just finished watching the Sunday morning service via the internet and I'm all inspired now to paint something on my empty canvas that is 2009 (see two posts ago). I think I have a lot to think about and maybe all my whirly twirly ideas are useful after all. I'll just throw in a pinch of focus.

Owen has acted completely normal this morning and I'm confident he will be able to go to school tomorrow. I was a little concerned we would have to keep him home the first day back.

Ivan is back in underwear. We are going to give him another shot. Actually it's me that is potty training. Ivan just comes along for the ride.

Aron is learning the awful rules of our home now that he is able to crawl up and down the stairs he wants to bring toys down. Tisk, tisk, it will not be. I've been really surprised at him. He brings large things down the stairs two at a time. A little while ago he brought down Owen and Ivan's light sabers without falling. Then he got half way down with a toy as big as he is. He got smart a little later and just threw a couple things down through the railing and then crawled down after them. Only to be sent back up with them yet again. He does obey quickly when I send him back. I just have to get a little more tough with him and start punishing him for bringing them down at all. Yuck...I don't like that part.

And so a Sunday morning has passed and we are all still in our pajamas. I love it. Now...bring on the football.