Sam's Tamagotchi survived.
Kay definitely goes nuts with too much sugar. Don't ask how we know.
These are Anna's requirements at bedtime:
Close my closet door.
Turn the big light on.
Leave my door open.
Check on me.
I love you.
Will you do all that?!
Repeat every night.
The look of bewilderment on Sam's face as he tries to figure out what to do during a Baptist altar call is priceless. (More on that later, don't be alarmed, we have not become Baptists.)
Carmen is addicted sugar. I know this because merely mentioning to the children that I was going to "cut down" on the sugary cereals and snacks sent her into a crazed rant about being left with "No Sugar?!"
Maddy's comment as we explained the saying, "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.":
"Well yeah, but what if the horse dies the next day?"
My four little girls sitting all in a row munching pizza (not the baby, of course) at a basketball party is the most precious thing I've seen in a long time. I am truly blessed.
Nothing cuts into your blog time like a hungry baby...gotta go.