An idea for a story...

Once upon a time there was a little boy who loved to run through the woods that lay behind his house. He would jump and spin and climb, and sometimes he would even hug the trees because he loved them all so much. He would tell them stories about adventures he wanted to have, and villains he wanted to fight. But most of all he loved to lie down at the base of one special tree and dream of magical things that could only exists in books. His name was Jacob.

A Toilet by Any Other Name...

Would still be really dirty.

Have you ever wondered what a toddler really thinks about the bathroom before they're potty trained? Well I don't really know the answer to that, because every toddler is different, but I'm pretty sure my twin toddlers think it's a water park.

Today I found Maggie sitting in the sink while her sister Ellie scooped water out of the toilet. They were having a blast! I suppose if you wanted to name their "rides" you might call Maggie's "The Waterfall", or "River Run". And I suppose Ellie's might be called "The swirling Vertex of Farewell", or "Going Down Stream".

I guess most water parks are a bit germ infested, but I kinda feel like this one might take the cake.

Bon Voyage...

The HMS Kilcoyne has set sail on her 6th voyage!

Due in Port, May 2010.

The End is Near...

Time is something that we all must fight to use wisely. With five kids, two of whom are being home schooled, three of which are still in diapers (yes, Jon is still in diapers), and house upkeep, I have found no time to blog. It is truly a sad thing because I discovered while blogging that I really love to write. So while life continues on, my blog for now will not. As for writing, don't worry, there is always a story to tell...

Piercings Come, And Piercings Go...

While trying to clean Katie's pierced ears, I was unable to reinsert one of her earrings. She freaked and wouldn't let me get close to her again. She decided that she was done with the earring thing. So with a little patience and persistence and I eventually was able to remove the other side.

At least she matches.

Tina...

Joy, joy, joy:)

My friend Tina came over today, and risked death and dismemberment by way of dog and cat dander:)

Thank you Tina!!!!

When You Don't Have a Leg To Stand On...

Stand on the other one!

Well, I still have one leg to stand on at least. Monday night while at Karate class, I managed to twist my ankle. Not fun I can assure you. But, never having been good at backing down, I continued to finish the class hopping on one foot. The instructor commenting on the fact that I seemed to be smiling an awful lot for someone in pain. Yep, probably not the wisest course of action. In any case, I now have a very sore and swollen ankle, and an incredibly messy house. It's amazing how hard it is to get things done when all you can do is hobble around the house.

Oh, and no more Karate for at least a week. lol