Anybody else think their kids can sense their mothers' weakness and THAT'S when they go in for the kill? Andrew is his most rambuncuous, his most naughty, his most crazy when I'm most tired, most sick, or most pregnant.
Gotta love that kid, though. He was running like a loon throughout the house, screaming and laughing at the top of his lungs while holding onto 2 crayons and one of my slippers. I asked him what he was doing and he came to a dead stop, looked at me and said, "Wunning." Ah, of course. :)