Is there a term for people who are addicted to reading blogs?

Remi, my little drama queen- he says king, was fooling around with some friends and the front door. So what happens? You guessed it, his middle finger got pinched in the door. So he comes crying to me on the couch. The tears are streaming and the noise coming out of his mouth is almost unbearable. He's so loud. And for some reason, when my kids get hurt I get angry. I always have the wrong reactions to situations. It really is annoying at how loud he gets. Anyway, once I saw his finger I felt bad. It was red and had purple dots all over the tip of his finger. I look at it and tell him I'll get him some ibuprofen and ice (more bellowing because ice makes it hurt more). I go to get the stuff and in between sniffles he says to himself, "And these are my number one fingers. My thumbs are number two."
Who the heck numbers their digits?

Don't worry, I'm not in a depression or anything. After that blog about fall and it making me sad I was worried that you might be worried about me. I quickly adjusted to the kids being gone for school and immediately decided I would start decluttering my house. Well, I'm still hoping to declutter because it seems like when you juststart to believe you're going to have extra time on your hands you fill it up with other things which is what I've done. We put in a new to us computer desk on Sunday and today I've finally got things back to looking semi normal. I couldn't do it alone- I have to thank the t.v. for keeping Grant entertained. He started watching it 2 days ago and was completely mesmerized by it today. One of those double-edged swords.

So I read this article in the Readers Digest. This lady left her son in a department store in N.Y. City with $20 and a bus schedule to let him find his way home. She didn't even give him a cell phone.

Apparently, the son had been begging his mom to let him do this for a couple of years.

She said that he came home 45 min later w/ a grin on his face. I'm impressed he knows how to read a bus schedule. I've tried figuring out Chicago's and I can't ever get it. Anyway, I'm not as brave? as this mom but I do say Kudos! This mom inspired me to let my 7 yr old go the block to the park with just the dog. No older bro. or sis. and he came back pretty dang happy- not to mention "he made 4 friends." That's in his own words. The sad thing is I completely forgot he was gone until he came in walking through the door.