Aaron's child

I know I am raising Aaron's child, because last night I went to put a new roll of toilet paper in a bathroom occupied by Bryn. When I entered, Bryn informed me, "Mom, I'm dooking it."

packs of wild dogs are controlling our cities

Last night during family prayer, Bryn prayed that "all the people will be safe from monsters and mean cats." Aaron and I couldn't contain our laughter. Bryn didn't quite understand why we were laughing because this is a serious issue to her. Tears.

Quinn is the new Bryn

Yes, that's right. I see a pattern happening... my sweet Quinn is the new Bryn. I mean that she decides to go over everything, no matter how big, instead of around. She crawls into walls (she gets going so fast and doesn't watch where she is crawling). When she turbo crawls she trips over her own hands. She climbs up everything with no regard to her own safety. She climbed halfway up a slide before anyone noticed-giggling the whole time. And my favorite comparison... she is starting to chew on soft wood. I think we may need to get a happy helmet. Pictures of her newest bruises to come.

AR Fatansy League time

Yes, I know this isn't a brava, but I know you all check it. I'll remove this entry once everyone is in. Here's the link to the AR Fantasy league: http://www.6ftdrift.com/ar. You will need to create a new username/password. Invite anyone you want to join, but I'm closing league enrollment on the 28, so no one creates extra profiles (Amber) if they forget their username/password. Good luck choosing teams, most are elimination fodder.

sickie

"Ava, don't eat your boogers."
"It's yuuuuuumy."

one year ago today!

Gut (Goot) decided to come at 32 weeks. We took pictures with her bear yesterday so you can see how she has grown. And Morgan is only 15 lbs right now; it is crazy how small she was when she was born. We celebrated yesterday because Aaron left on a trip this morning. It was a first as far as first birthdays go: Morgan didn't want to eat her ice cream or cake, she took a few bites and then cried to get out of her chair...what kid doesn't want to eat ice cream and chocolate cupcakes? oh well.

flames and fire, these two are DEAD!

Today while at the grocery store, I was debating in the cake aisle about what I should make for Morgan's birthday. My back was turned to Ava and Bryn while I studied my choices. I grabbed a box and turned around to see Ava dash into the cart-car. It was a devious dash and I knew it was trouble. I felt like a policeman peering into the car of two thieves. Both of their mouths were stuffed full with marshmallows that they frantically shoved into their pieholes to get rid of the evidence. I was livid! I grabbed the mice-munched open bag of mallows from the shelf as I rattled off all their punishments. Beatings...well not literally, but the equivalent of beatings.