Isn't he lovely?

Quite often Brad and I entertain ourselves with crazy conversations about which one of us is better at a certain task or skill. The personal resume that we give each other contains hyperbole after hyperbole of our particular skill set. These conversations usually end with me talking loudly, flailing my hands, and Brad doubling over in a laughing fit, completely unable to speak. Good times indeed.

I bring this up simply because I must occasionally give up the fight and give him credit for being the fantastic husband (and friend) that he is to me. He can work 10+ hours a day (for days on end) and still come home and willingly help me out with the continual domestic madness. He does dishes, changes diapers, runs errands and referees children. Plus, he shows me genuine sympathy when my Yankees dissapoint me and lose in the first round. That is a good man.

On top of all of this, Brad just spent all three of his days off last week with my ex-husband, who was in town to visit Mady. He not only entertained him but truly showed interest in his well being. I believe that Scott left with a desire to be a better person for the time he spent with Brad.

So, could I be luckier? I don't think so.

Although, out of sheer pride, he will never beat me in soccer.

Liza learning to twirl

My favorite part of the video? Hearing my mom laugh.

Here come the terrible twos...

So, everyone keeps asking me why the blog is so sporadic. Well, this young lady would be why.

She woke up about two weeks ago as a completely different child. I don't know if I am going to survive all of the following:

• climbing into sinks with the water running


• grabbing handfuls of the sauce that I am making with dinner and sucking it down while it drips on the floor


• taking endless amounts of cereal out of the pantry and dumping it on my kitchen floor


• using the dog as a step stool


• trying to "hug" Daniel until he screams


• crying at anything and everything at the TOP of her lungs while screaming "No, NO, mommy!"

Ok, ok, to be fair, she has her cute and funny moments, too.

• She loves to have Grandpa pretend like he is sleeping so that she can kiss him and wake him up.


• Anytime she wants you to move she says ,"Beep, beep" instead of "excuse me".


• She has the best look of surprise. Any time she sees or hears something new she looks like Mccully Culkin on Home Alone with the mouth open and the eyes wide. It's very cute.


• She will sing little songs to me. I have no idea what she's saying, but she'll do it over and over again if I ask her to.


• She loves her siblings. She asks about them all day long while they are at school. Also, she loves to have Daniel follow her to her room so that they can play. She'll stand in the hallway and say, "D, play. D, PLAY."


• She loves church. As we pull into the parking lot she says, "YEAH, YEAH!"


• She gives me butterfly kisses.

So, forgive me if the blog is not current. I'm tending my babies, and babies don't keep.