Genetics......they are amazing, aren't they?

Friday morning my youngest child got up before everybody else, unannounced to us. When my husband got up to let out the dogs, he found her in our living room...with her blanket, and with the television on. She was mesmerized. This conversation did ensue:
Trev: Emma. What are you doing?
Emma: Watching these people clean. Daddy, come see this. Come watch these people clean with me!
Trev: I'm confused. What?
Emma: Look dad (points to tv) these people are cleaning. We should buy this!

My husband looks at the tv. It's an infomercial for one of those yellow steam cleaner devices. He looks at my daughter. She nods.
Here comes Grace, who has woken up by now.

Grace: Why are you guys watching commercials? You are so weird.

Is it wrong to go work out and then eat taco bell and a bag of your 4 year old's halloween candy?

The answer to that is no, it's not. Now that we have that cleared up, let's address the fact that I have not updated this blog for a month! Well, we are busy. I think I have said 10 times today, this year just needs to be over. Sometimes you know, there are just years when the whole year is bad. If I had a fast forward button I would use it. I remember the last year that was a "bad" year: It was 2004. That was the year that Zack was killed and Bob went to prison. It was a bad year. This is the year that my husband will lose his dad. At 58. To cancer. So, what have we done in one month? Well, I went to the ladies wedding. It was lovely. I hung out with some fun boys afterward and got drunk and threw up in a hotel room. That's what all 32 year old mothers of 2 do, isn't it?



Then, we flew to Boise for Trevor's brothers wedding. The Halloween wedding. It was cool, it was a beautiful wedding. It was also an emotional black hole of emotional-ness. Yup folks, that's as eloquent as I get. Well, it is what it is. We are so lucky to have family and friends who care about us, a roof over our heads, jobs...and...as my Daddy always says, "we're rich in love". Thanks Dad.