Some people on blogs just show the good. I guess it seems like I do as well. But if I'm being honest, there are not many bad days here. Thank goodness. Most days, the worst is that Dylan won't eat, and Graham freaks out when I try to put him in the car seat. The boys generally are happy guys, who go with the flow. Except this day. Graham wanted, demanded really, a cookie. Do you think he knew what a cooke was? Nope, but I had eaten one, and he is like a dog, he wants what you have no matter what it is. This day, he was ticked off that I refused to give him a cookie. I honestly can't remmember if I caved or not. I probably did, becuase I mean, look at this face! Don't you feel so sorry for him? I do, he has a tough life.