I'm still here...surviving Jeremiah. Do not be fooled by the lack of entries since the 19th. There have been many "oh-no-you-didn't!" moments. Pouring out a whole bottle of bubble bath into the jacuzzi tub, pouring out several cups of water just because, and punching Lydia...after she kicked him in the "goodies"...which led him to kick her in the mouth. It never ends!

I had to throw my survival instincts into high gear yesterday. I took the kids out front and let them ride the jeep and ATV in the cove. We were out front for probably an hour or so when I called for the kids to park their toys because it was dinner time. Lydia rode the ATV up into the garage like a good girl. Jeremiah was not so obedient. He ignored me and drove the jeep round and round in a circle. I started towards him, and he steered the jeep towards the driveway. I stopped. He continued to make circles. I scolded him as I walked towards him. He jerked the wheel of the jeep and came right at me with a glare. Let's just say that he was rudely jarred and nearly hit the steering wheel when the front of the jeep met up with the heel of my foot. He was shocked and upset. He boohooed as I told him that I would see to it that the jeep would end up in a million pieces in the garbage can if he ever tried to run me over again. I think I actually go through to him because after dinner, he made it a point to apologize and tell me how much I scared him when I was mad at him and that he'd never run me over again. I wonder if he will remember this conversation when he is 16 and gets angry with me. Let's hope!