My boy.

I miss him. I miss all of them, obviously, but he doesn't understand what's going on. He asks to come home with me, to have a sleepover with me, and for me to come home with him. The only thing I say is, "Daddy says no." Which is true.

Anywho, I took him to the mall last week for lunch. His new thing now is chocolate shakes. I don't know where he had one, but he loves them.

After we ate, we walked around Nickelodeon Universe for awhile. He loves Blues Clues, so I figured he would want to go on the ride. Nope. "I don't want to ride. I just want to stand here and look at it." Okay.

Dropped him back off at school, (which he did NOT enjoy), and he gave me this:

Awwww.

Last Friday I took all of the kids to Toys R Us for awhile. I'd forgotten how much they beg for stuff. (I hate that I'm forgetting those things, btw.)

Uh, okay?

Inside storm?

I hope that itisn't long before I get my own place. Of course, having been evicted once already isn't going to help. I'll just keep on trucking.