Almost-Four-Year-Old Wisdom

We made mac-n-cheese for lunch today. The boys wanted to see and Elise was crabby, which means one arm was busy holding her. I picked up Wesley to take a look at the non-boiling water in the pot which, for some reason, is enthralling to an almost-two-year-old. While he was taking his turn Jack decided that he needed to have a look right then as well. I told him I couldn't pick him up because I only had two hands and they were full with two babies - he would need to wait his turn. To which he replied, "An octopus could lift us all up." And from that moment on I wished I was an octopus...or at least that I had 6 more arms.

Who Visits?

A few months ago I added a counter at the bottom of this blog. I'm sure everyone noticed right away since it happens to be one of the most exciting pieces of information you can find here. What's that? You don't think it's the most interesting thing? Or at all interesting? Huh?

Well neither did I until one day the count went from a few hundred to over 12,000. For a fleeting moment I had delusions of great blogosphere popularity. Then I figured it was just a fluke so I started tracking it. Sure enough, my counter has ever so slowly gone from 12-thousand-something to 12-thousand-something-only-slightly-bigger over the last couple months. So much for my blog fame.

But it did get me thinking: Who visits us? As far as I know, there is no good (read "free") way to tell who visits a page, just how many hits it gets. So, if you would, leave a little note and let me know you're reading. It needn't be a dissertation (I don't have time to read all that). You could even just leave your name. Now a person interested in blog stardom might have something fun to offer. But me? I have no fancy prizes to give away. I'm just curious.

The Day Has Come

From the moment we found out we would be adding a daughter to our family, I imagined with delight the day I could put pigtails in her hair. I reminisced about the day after day after day that I marched out the door to kindergarten with pigtails adorning my own little blond head (sometimes straight, sometimes not) and hoped that, someday, my own daughter would do the same. So imagine my excited anticipation when I thought today might be a good day to try pigtails and further imagine my exuberance when it actually worked!

So presented to you below is our little pigtailed baby girl!

Bring on the barrettes, baubles and bows because there's no stopping now!

Has It Really Been Almost Two Weeks?

Well, it might be a week more before I am able to update. Work and coupon clipping are consuming all of my not-directly-responsible-for-children time and even some of my directly-responsible-for-children time. I'm hoping it slows down a little bit in a couple weeks and I can get more than 4 hours of sleep each night.

In the meantime, to take your minds off the arctic weather we've experienced of late, you can feast your eyes on this and reminisce about the sun's engulfing warmth in summers past:

Fielding

If you've ever been around a 3-year-old for more than 8 seconds you know how many questions they ask as well as how many things they don't know about that they do want to know about. We, like many parents, try to answer as many questions as possible as completely as possible. However, there are some things we just don't know (I'm sure when my children are old enough to read this that I'll regret admitting that). Case in point...


While running our errands today the following conversation took place:


Jack: Mommy, we've lived in our house for five years.


Mommy: No, honey, we've only lived there 4 months. We lived in our old house for five years. [realizing that this wasn't a completely true statement, I clarified] Well...Daddy and I lived there for 5 years. [dumb, dumb dumb]


Jack: Where was I?


Mommy: Um...Well...You were...Uh...I don't know. [I had to tell him something] Only God knows where you were.


Jack: I bet I was at Grandma and Grandpa's house.