It's hard to believe it's already been two years. I still find it extremely disturbing to view images of the destruction and death at the WTC, Pentagon and in Pennsylvania. I get very emotional seeing the media coverage or viewing it all online. I think the enormity and reality of it all is probably still not entirely within my grasp. Partly that's because I haven't been affected personally in that a loved one was killed and I live so far away from the locations that were attacked. Personally I hate to watch the media replay footage from that day. What purpose does that serve? Is it to give people that emotional kick in the stomach? Does it make sure we really don't forget what happened? It must be so painful to the families and loved ones of the victims.

Rather ironically, Cory is once again gone at a mental health meeting on Sept. 11. In 2001, he was in Rapid City and called me with the news. I had just turned on the television. Today he left for a mental health meeting in Pierre and will be back tomorrow. He called just a few minutes ago and said his hotel is probably the safest place in the state right now because it's surrounded by highway patrol vehicles. The highway patrol is also meeting in Pierre, so Cory will be able to spend some time with his brother.

God must really have a sense of humor where I'm concerned. Right before Cory leaves for a night, Cole gets sick. I thought something was going on since Cole's been so clingy and nursing frequently this week. Yesterday he woke up from a nap and felt really warm, so I took his temp and it was 100 degrees. He doesn't seem to have as much of a temp today, but he's definitely not himself. Cranky, clingy and no life in those eyes. Last night was not a good night, and Cole and I ended up in the guest room for half of the night.

And something's going on with Accalia. I don't think she's getting sick, but I could be wrong. She's been rather weepy and more clingy at night, asking if she can sleep right by me. Usually she's in her bed on the other side of Cory, but this week I've been wedged in between both kids throughout the night. Not an unpleasant thing at all :) She's had a couple dreams that have caused her to wake up crying - dreams about being lost and not able to find me. This morning she was really shy around Cory and rather weepy before he left, but it wasn't because he was leaving. Maybe she's going through some psychological and emotional changes - just part of growing up.

Last night Accalia was playing games on the computer (not uncommon lately as I rarely get a chance to get on), and I walked toward the bathroom and saw a puddle of urine.
Me: Accalia, did you pee on the floor? (duh question since I doubt it was Cory!)
Accalia: Yup.
Me: Are you okay?
Accalia: I have a problem.
Me: What's that?
Accalia: I peed on the bathroom floor!