I was in a baby store this weekend picking up some baby supplies, when a store employee who happened to be african american was stocking the shelves next to little miss and I. Little Miss asked quite loudly why some people had dark skin. Uhh. I told her it was because they were born that way. I don't know if that's the "PC" thing to say but I wasn't going to ignore her question (I tried, she wouldn't let me), plus what else do I say? I don't really know why some people are black and some are white or some have skin tones in between. I don't know how it happens in the scientific sense- pigment or some shit. I have no clue. So, then the moment is over and we're in another aisle. There's another store employee stocking shelves but he's an old, balding white guy, so that question is over for the time being. Until I get- "mom, why do some people not have hair?" Ok, time to go, the babies can pee on the potty and eat pot roast like the rest of us!

11 months old!! ACK!

Could someone slow down the clock like they do at work, right at the end of the day when you only have about an hour before you get to go home- please? My babies aren't going to be babies much longer!

Someone should tell him he might be happier if he didn't have a mouth full of dog hair.

Or a mouth full of dog dish!

Tough guy!

Counting down the minutes

Anyone else counting down the minutes til bedtime (theirs, not yours, though my bedtime countdown is in a very close second and totally contingent upon theirs.) This question is rhetorical because most moms of more than one count the minutes on occasion until it's time to say good night and then sit and breath until that tense feeling is gone from your shoulders. I'm about to have that moment. 2 out of 3 are down for the night. It's only 6:00. We worked pretty hard to have this moment. The babies only had one nap today because their morning nap was kind of late and by the time they got up from it they were only 10 minutes away from when they would have had their afternoon nap, so we sucked it up and dealt with especially crabby babies until about 5 minutes ago. Unfortunately, the oldest is the toughest and though we worked hard to keep her awake all day, she'll undoubtedly catch a second wind from her pop tart dessert and be awake long after I'll have wanted to go to bed. Wish me luck!

We went down to the in-laws this weekend to say to goodbye to my sister in law. My little miss has no idea how much she's going to miss her aunt. She's one of those aunts that you can't wait to tell a story about your day to or show them the report card with all C's because she'll always tell you how proud she is of you. My in-laws (all of them) are the best!

My mother and father in laws threw her a wonderful going away party, so great in fact, we're all secretly hoping that she'll reconsider moving west and let us throw her a welcome home party (though I doubt it- she's got her trip tix, so I think she's pretty sure about going.) Plus, her boyfriend of many years proposed the eve of her party! We got to be a part of the special event, which was so great- I've never been present at any marriage proposal but my own and man, those things are so sweet! Any-hoo, I got a couple pictures of the happy couple holding my little miss while they cut their going away cake! Good luck you guys and come back soon so we can throw you an engagement party, (that welcome home party), a wedding shower, a WEDDING, etc....

And here are 2 of my kiddos in the new wagon that their aunt and uncle got the boys as an early 1st birthday gift.

Here's my little miss painting (but like any girly girl princess, her nails ended up with the most paint on them!)

And my sweet little boys who made everyone at the party think that having twins is a breeze (which having these twins really is!!!)