They Make Me Laugh - Hidden Treasure

I just found these little gems that I had documented back in December 2010.

Talking about kissing
Clay: Well, you have to when he proposes.
Kaycee: What's proposes?
Me: When he asks you to marry him.
Clay: He doesn't just say will you marry me. He says other stuff too.
Kaycee: Yes, like I give all my love to you.

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Lucy at 8:30pm: You shouldn't eat gumballs at midnight, Mom.

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The kids got some glow sticks in their stockings.
Lucy puts them around her neck, waist, wrists and ankles.
Lucy: Come on Kace, let's go kill ET.

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Today

Lucy pulls out a Wii controller to play Super Mario Bros.
She puts her arms in the air and says, I better stretch.

Little Hands

Sweet Olivia

I love these precious pudgey little painted hands.

I Know, I Know

Who has been the biggest slacker with blogging this year?
Yeah, me. (I blame it on our silly computer not reading our camera card.)
We are still here, alive and kicking.

Speaking of blogging though, I ordered our 4th blog book - wahoo!
I adore those books.
I love that my kids appreciate them and often read/look thru them.
I look forward to several more.

Remember that triathlon coming up this summer?
I've started training.
Well, I'm not sure if you can call it "training".
I go to the pool a few times a week and do laps.
You know, whenever I've heard of people exercising before their kids get up I thought they were stupid. Okay, stupid may be a little harsh, but it bugged me how enthusiastic they were about it.
I feel like the stupid one now.
It feels SO GOOD to be up before the kids and get some exercise in.
Exercise that I can do where I don't feel totally defeated after.
I've found that if it's one of the first things I do when I wake up, I actually get it done.
Who knew?
Crossing my fingers that these aren't the results come race day . . .


We've got some change coming up here in the next few weeks and it kind of freaks me out.
It makes me wonder why we (the human race) are so resistant to change.
It's good change, but still change none the less.
(You're wondering what it is, aren't you? :)

Henry is almost 9 months.
NINE MONTHS, people!
I find myself trying to picture him as a little boy running around with the others.
It tugs a bit at my heart strings.

Such a happy boy.

Olivia sums up my thoughts on laundry perfectly.
Exhausting.