My buddy.

Wow, it's seems like I have been so busy.  I haven't had a chance or desire to write on here.  Matthew's changed our computer situation and I'm using three different computers and it gets tiring to go back and forth.  My old computer I need because it's the only one that has the right connection for the printer and it has all of my accounting stuff on it and it sooooo slow I can't do anything on it without getting frustrated,  the laptop is what I use most of the time and Matthew doesn't want it too cluttered with all of my pictures and software, and then there's his computer, it's super fast and has all of my pictures and software on it, but I am not a fan of his mouse, it's a gaming mouse that is super sensitive and has a button that if you press it will make your page go back, I press it ALL the time and whenever I think about blogging at night, Matthew is on it.  Anyway, so I haven't felt like blogging.

On a different note, yesterday was Johnathan's 2nd birthday.  We had fun!  He is so darn cute right now.  He doesn't walk anywhere anymore, he hops, jumps, skips, and runs everywhere.  He has these brown eyes that are just adorable.  He's got a stubborn streak in him.  Getting him to apologize takes forever.  He'd rather sit in time out than say he was sorry.  He talks really well and surprises me by a lot of the things he says.  I'm so blessed to be his mommy.  He is all over the place and is all boy (except he likes to wear my red patent leather shoes).  He gets in trouble a lot but not because he's bad, it's because he is so busy and into stuff. I love my only boy!  When he was born God gave me the word valor (meaning: strength of mind or spirit that enables a person to encounter danger with firmness: personal bravery....the latin form means: to be of worth; be strong)  I think it fits him perfectly.  The way he tackles his fears.  He'll keep facing his fear until whatever it is no longer scares him, for example, he was scared of my parents four wheelers.  If he saw them or heard them, he'd cry and hide and cling to me.  Eventually, he would sit on it but if it started up, he'd scream and get down and cling.  Then, one day my dad took him out and he would ride for a little bit and shake all over, but he kept at it and now, we can't get him off.  I am amazed at that in him.  I pray that he never loses that!  Love ya buddy!