Special Day

Happy Anniversary Mandy

I love you!

Catching Up

Once again, a whole week has gone by without a post from me. I wanted to write sooner, but we had a great late date night watching Indiana Jones (and having an impromptu footrace when we had to walk halfway around the mall because we weren't allowed to go through), followed by me retiring at 7:30 PM the next day! I didn't intend to go to bed that early. I was just "resting" for a little while and finally decided to just give in and went to sleep with contacts in and teeth unbrushed *gasp*! The next night I was overwhelmed by the 100 cute pictures sitting on my camera. Then I had a disastrous evening of shopping at WalMart. I am starting to really dislike that place. We like the "convenience" of having everything in one store, and the fact that Sam's club is right next door so that we can snag a cart--or two--that seats at least two children safely. These factors keep us going there despite the drawbacks. We were thrilled the first time we walked into our new Target and discovered that they have awesome carts that seat three children with seatbelts! Woohoo! Too bad they don't have a large grocery section. Where was I? Oh yeah: I'm finally trying to catch up a bit on last week's events. For now, here's another cute picture of Maddie:

The girls still LOVE those hats! If Target has them in the $1 section again next year I'm going to get a bunch. Since Everett is constantly coming up with fun games for the kids to play, they have served as hunting hats and cowboy hats too.

Sweet Sweets Rats

Cary guest blogger here with a confession to make. It was me. I did it. While Mandy was out of the house, I tried to abscond with some of her Dove chocolates (if anyone wanted to know--maybe even send--her favorite, it's the milky kind) while she was escorting Everett across the street to our neighbor's house this afternoon. The twins were just done with a nap and caught me doing it, so I had to buy them off with a bite each. Gwyn handled it just fine, but they're both pretty much drool factories right now with 2-year molars coming in and all, so I just wasn't in time to prevent Maddie from ratting me out with the above evidence on her dress and mouth. I immediately exclaimed, "Oh no! Mama's going to be so sad! (about stains on dresses, not pilfered chocolate)", and Maddie thought for a split second before replying: "Hug her!" Even as a chocolate drool-bombing rat fink, she's a sweetie.