Entries from September 2007 ↓

Birthday Boy

Yes, yes I know we lick cake batter at great peril, but birthdays only come once a year.



 “Happy Day” little man.  Happy Day.

On the bright side

I don’t think my boys will ever discourage their future spouses from breastfeeding.

On the other hand, it’s a little disconcerting to have them sitting on either side of me pretending to feed their stuffed animals.

I need a nap

Someone tell Ellie she needs to sleep tonight or I’m going to crack.

Well, the husband is back on night shift, just in time for Mark’s birthday.  The kids are sleeping, pizza dough is in the bread machine, pizza sauce in the crock pot.  There are steaks marinating for tonight.  Soon I need to bake a cake or cupcakes, I’m not sure which one the little guy wants,  I’ll quiz him when he wakes up.

Five years ago we were struggling to get pregnant, never dreaming our lives, our home, our hands, and our hearts would ever be so full.

Well, I’m a ding-a-ling

For some reason I forgot August has thirty-one days or I just can’t count. Mark’s birthday is Monday, not Sunday.

Thankfully I don’t plan huge shindigs for toddler birthdays.