Get well soon!

Dear Swagger Wagon,

You've been gone getting fixed for over two weeks. At first I really missed you because I hated the little Ford Explorer they had me driving. But then last week they told me to return the Explorer for another car. They gave me a black Suburban with leather seats. Leather!! (Did I mention there was dual climate control too and automatic seats?)

You know what? Now I feel guilty because I don't miss you as much. The kids all keep saying they don't miss you either. I fear you are being erased from our memory. Come home soon so we can repair our relationship. Don't worry, I know this is all temporary. Hopefully we'll have a nice long trip together to Michigan next week.

Till death or seven kids do we part!

Where the lion lays down with the lamb.

Beanie is feeling the loss of the old family pet. She told me today that when she gets to heaven she's going to sit next to Jesus, Seamus, and Madeline.

Life with girls means....

Having your 1 year old daughter shepherded into you with a tutu over her pajamas and a bow in her hair and then being told, "We named her princess."

She didn't seem to mind for the moment.

Busy!

I am too busy living and surviving life to blog about it. But....can someone (anyone?) reassure me that almost 15 month olds acting like crazed psychos with their four canine teeth coming in and no other symptoms WILL get better and stop fussing all the time and stop, at least when they are 5, jumping on tables and stop destroying stuff and stop taking a small nap early in the day and then refusing to nap later and other such things? Thank you because I have lost all perspective.