I mean it, you three!

Still haven't managed to get over Max being twelve, and now TJ and Leora are somehow SEVEN.

Charlie, James.. you two are my last hope to stay babies. Hush, Mister CJ.I love that you two love each other so much, even when you're fighting. I love how much you both love your brothers, even when you're fighting. I love the looks ( Read more... )

At all.

She's rather clingy, this morning. I hate that she feels bad, but I won't lie that I am LOVING the bug-snuggles.

Happy Birthday, Dad!

I'm adding the video the kids tried to make, this morning. Max gave up on trying, but I thought you might enjoy the intent ( Read more... )

But, we move forward ( Read more... )

Happy Birthday, you beautiful boy!

I have lost him....

He wasn't too happy to hear his race was cancelled, this morning. He was even less happy to hear that he was getting his medal without actually doing anything to earn it.

Max and Leora are fighting about Star Wars.

She says she likes "Kylie" Ren because he uses magic.

Max told her it's "Kylooooooooooooo" and he's not a good person.

She told him she didn't "caaaaaaaaaare" and she is going to marry him and use magic.

If the Force comes out, the Empire will be winning.

Happy Birthday, Isadora.

I have loved you from Day One, and will always be here for you, as you've been there for me.

I hope you have a wonderful day. <3

Today, two of my boys have birthdays. Charlie is three. Yesterday, he was just two.

CJ.. I don't know how old you are, but you will always be my boy, no matter how old you get.

Max somehow collected about three inches overnight and his good pants no longer fit. We're going to get to Florida and back, with a pair of Central City-appropriate dress pants as fast as we can.

We will be at the party before it is over. I hope....