Two separate thoughts I want to write about tonight. The first is that I bought entirely too many diapers. LOL I keep getting package after package after package in the mail. I think I should have kept track of what I was buying. I have more diapers than I know what to do with and still have eight more coming. Sadly, I didn't buy anywhere near enough covers, so I still have to buy some of those. I think I'm going to resell some of my diapers to make money to spend on covers. "Hi, my name is Katie and I'm a cloth diaper addict." I'll have to take a picture of my stash and post it once I have everything in. It's puuuuurty. I do so love getting mail. I may have a small crush on my postman. How can you NOT love the man who brings you packages? I also love my UPS lady. She makes me insanely happy. Hey, I'm a stay at home mom with no life...I must derive pleasure from the little things!

Okay, second topic...no segue or anything...very sad. Caitlin is trying to communicate with me!!!! She actually wants to talk about her life with me!!! She did it in a roundabout way, which is so totally Caitlin, but whatever...she wants me to be a part of it!!! When she got home from school today, she placed a little red purse on my computer desk, at which I was sitting. I swear I don't live in front of the computer...it just seems that way. (Oh, and by the way, I'm working on two new web sites...previews to come shortly :) ) Anyways, Caitlin places this purse on my desk and this is the conversation that ensued:

Caitlin: Don't read the stuff that's in that purse, okay?
Me: Then why did you put it on my desk?
Caitlin: It's just a place to put it. Don't read it.
Me: Okay, I won't.
Caitlin: Well, I guess you can read it if you really want to.
Me: Do you want me to read it?
Caitlin: No.
Me: Okay, I won't.
Caitlin: But if you really want to read it, I guess you can.

So, after she left, I opened the purse and read what was inside. It was love letters from a boy in her class and some drawings (I'm not sure if they were by her or him) of their initials in hearts. Too cute.

Looks like I get to go have a mommy/daughter conversation with her tonight. I remember fourth grade vividly. I remember having little "boyfriends." I remember how much it hurt, even at the age of 8 when things didn't go the way you thought they would. I remember the pangs of jealousy when he talked to another girl. It all starts way too early. I just can't believe she's already there.

We've already been over the "time line" when it comes to boys. No dating until you are 16. No boyfriends until you are 18. No marriage until you've graduated from college. No babies until you're married. Yeah, that pretty much sums it up. The girls are okay with it...for now. Granted, they're only seven and eight. LOL