I have started napping. The children go down and I am right after them. I have been so exhausted lately; I think I’d be happy if I could just sleep for a month and get it over with. And I don’t take short naps, either. I take three to four hour sleep blitzes that leave me groggy and hung over til bedtime. Just talking about it is making me so tired I think I’m going to have to put this post on pause and go lay down.

Jonas’ best friend’s name is Phoenix. Jonas can’t say Phoenix so he calls him Fingus. The trouble is, I hear it so much I’m starting to call him Fingus. And Fingus doesn’t like that.

Jonas is on a huge Harry Potter kick. I’ve watched it about three times every day for the past four days. Four days ago I gave in and bought the movie after two months of Jonas begging every single day, “Harpaher, Harpaher, Harpaher, Harpaher Pleeeeeease.” I can only take so much.

Last night at eleven o’clock, when all was quiet and everyone was supposed to be in bed, I heard the tv going downstairs. Jonas had snuck out of his room and was watching Harry Potter.

We went to Day Out With Thomas the Tank Engine on Friday. The trip started with Jonas getting carsick and puking all over the car. The event was over priced and under exciting. Jonas was overtired and a royal pain in the neck. I wound up dragging him around and he threw a fit over every tiny little thing. He even threw a fit when I was buying him an extremely marked up toy (the train people are extortionists) from the gift shop (behavior wise he didn’t deserve it, but I had promised). He threw a big fit over a train whistle he wanted. I finally gave in, even though I knew I was going to want to slit my wrists after an hour of listening to it. The great thing is that he can’t figure out how to blow into it correctly. He holds it up to his mouth ans says, “woo-woo!” We really enjoyed the car ride the best. Jonas and his friend Fingus, err, Phoenix, think the best possible thing to do in a car is to have a screaming contest with your friend. We have two three year olds who are fortunate not to have been thrown off the Bay Bridge.

Come Sunday Jonas was still overtired and he ran around during church and kept saying, “I want to run! I want to run!” We didn’t stay for much of church. I gave up and went home where he fell asleep immediately. Why I don’t get a burst of energy to match his when I’m tired, I’ll never know.

Perhaps this explains all of the napping?

Hopefully more coherent posts will follow. I’ve been just whipped the past few days.

See this picture? We could have stood in line for forty-five minutes in ninety degree heat to get a better shot, but we decided it just wasn’t worth it.