mmm...cookie

My Fortune Cookie told me: A few hours grace before the madness begins again. Get a cookie from Miss Fortune

Well, that about sums up the life of a mother of four, doesn't it?

peculiar...

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: Milady the Most Honourable Sleepy Jeanne the Indecisive of Molton St Anywhere Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

Talkin'

Little Miss counted the ducks today. She said, "One, two, one duckies!"

Later, we were cleaning up and she sang, "Keen-wup, keen-wup, keen-wup."

Too cute! I think I'll go squeeze her now.

MIA

Charles Eisenhower Tips (a.k.a. Karle)

Height: 11 inches

Weight: negligible

Age: about 3 years, but he looks much older

Hair: orange, with black facial hair

Eyes: blue

Distinguishing marks: missing left forearm

Karle was last seen wearing a black t-shirt. He may or may not be wearing pants. He has been missing for several days, despite the efforts of numerous search parties. Foul play is suspected.
If you have any information on the whereabouts of Mr. Tips, please contact E-Man.

Christmas Chaos!

Well, we all survived the flu and made it to Christmas. Each of the kids got a couple of small presents, but their main gift was this really cool teaching keyboard that has keys that light up!

I think Big Daddy likes it as much as they do :-)


Little Miss loved her Little People dollhouse. She still plays with it every day.

And she was thrilled to find "apples" in the stockings.

But she sure did get tired of her bad mommy taking so many darn pictures!!

After opening presents at home, we jumped in the VAN and visited loved ones for the rest of the day. That's what the kids looked forward to the most, since we stayed home for Christmas last year.

We received many generous and thoughtful gifts this year for which we are truly thankful.

The real highlight of the day, however, was when we arrived home that evening after dark. Yes, we arrived home to find a Christmas gift from Clyde, our hound dog. In our hurry to get out of the house that morning, I forgot to put out the trash. Clyde took advantage of my oversight and ripped into the kitchen trash, eating what he liked (including a pile of coffee grounds) and dragging the rest all over the carpet. Then, in his caffeinated frenzy, he spread the bathroom trash all over the carpet and ate all the Christmas candy he could find. He also left us a few other gifts, too, if you know what I mean.

Thanks, Clyde. Merry Christmas to you, too.