Incase your friends with me on Facebook and wondering what is going on with me posting about a trial, it is a murder trial for the man who killed my friend. Since I am an hour and a half away I can't be there; however, one of the local reporters is tweeting live in the courtroom. How nice huh?
I find this convenient and strange. Yesterday the shock of everything just put me to tears, but today I am dealing with it alot better than yesterday.
My son was a little fiesty yesterday. He kept knocking over a chair at my kitchen table and crying because I would not give him a sippy cup. If he didn't turn it upsidedown and douse my table, I would let him have it.
Today he just is being his normal self and all. He loves to find new things to fit himself into.