Thanks for all the birthday comments! It made my day (and the next one, and the next one...)
Ellie informed me this morning that pull-ups aren't magical, but her sparkly jeans are.
We have (and have always had) a rule about toys in Mom & Dad's room: they are not allowed. So why does it appear that the Legos are slowly taking over?
Each year since 2004 we've sent Chris on a treasure hunt for his birthday presents. I write the clues in rhyming couplets. It is really cheesy and also totally awesome. He's in California this week, so we didn't get to do it on his actual birthday (yesterday - yes, we're back-to-back and he married an older woman), but he'll get a fun surprise when he gets back. My creativity in hiding places and my rhyming skills (or would that be skillz?) get better every year.
I think I need to post more pictures of the girls. It's been all about me lately.
I'm this close to joining Facebook. Give me three good reasons why I shouldn't. Okay, give me two.
Why can't I find cute denim capris in my size? Or shorts, for that matter?
Yesterday I borrowed my friend's Twilight DVD and watched all the special features on disc 2 while I "folded laundry". The rabid screaming fans in the Comic Con Phenomenon bit (what is Comic Con, anyway?) kind of scare me.
Half of my kitchen is clean, the half you can see as you walk in. The other half...well, just don't turn around if you walk into my kitchen. Organization is so not my middle name.
Is it wrong that I want the stuffed elephant Vicki got as a Girl Scout Cookie sales prize for myself? He's so cute and fluffy and floppy and soft.
I can't wait to "fold laundry" tonight while eating the Udderly Chocolate ice cream I bought for my birthday. Mmmmmmm...best. ice cream. ever.