~ma for the bug-ma.

Laura, that's a great pic! How tall he is, wow!

Whahuh? I swear, he's skipping years! Tell him to cut that out.

Maybe he'll listen to you? I'm becoming redundant. I can still change the messiest of diapers in under a minute, and burp the most recalcitrant bubbles out of any baby, and it's all for naught.

~ma for vw's mom! Just went through this with my sis and she said the ~ma worked wonders, so you *know* it's good ~ma.

Great pic, Laura. Definitely giggle-worthy.

Raining and dark-ish here. Forgot both of my umbrellas in the office some time back so my hair is poofy. No like the poofy hair.

Happy Birthday to Cindy's "baby" boy! And belated Happies to Betsy!

Laura, that's a great pic! How tall he is, wow!

Still growing like crazy. It's funny to listen to his deep voice now too. (the school project on his site is narrated, how odd to submit homework via web in 8th grade) And going to a dance, with a girl!

Honestly, I have a lot more fun with the boys now that they are older. We laugh together at the same stuff. They can run to the store for me! If we play volleyball in the pool I don't have to let them win, well actually they whip my butt. I never wanted them to stay babies. Babies are a lot more work in my opinion. Granted they aren't quite as smart mouthed when they are babies, but I still hold the power of grounding.

DH is still waiting patiently for the time when the kids can mow the lawn instead of him. As much as I love the babies, I'm hoping for funny, cool adult type people that I can communicate with, too.

And since Owen is already getting into my comic book collection, I REALLY can't wait until he's old enough that we can go to the comic book store together!

I hope so, because my baby turns six, today.

Happy birthday little punkin head! All the stages have good and bad. My mother and I have had the best relationship after I turned 30. The relationship changes, but often it changes for the better.

I want all their ages. That's my problem. I find six nearly as exciting as Chris does. I'd just like it if five stuck around as well.

Leigh Hunt's, Jenny Kissed Me is one of the poems that speaks most to me about my children and their childhood, even the boys, even though it's not a parental-ish one.

Jenny kissed me when we met, 
        Jumping from the chair she sat in; 
    Time, you thief! who love to get 
        Sweets into your list, put that in. 
    Say I'm weary, say I'm sad; 
        Say that health and wealth have miss'd me; 
    Say I'm growing old, but add- 
                                      Jenny kiss'd me. 

I will pass on the birthday wishes to him, Nicole and Laura. Thank you.

I killed Bitches with a ditty. And I'd do it, again.

Please do. We need more ditty in our day I say.

Sometimes they need killing, I guess.