We need to buy expensive, not cheap. 'Cause expensive are much better. They don't break like cheap.--Matthew summer 2010

Mom, if you come you can see how good I am at shooting hoops. I haven't got one yet but I'm really close. --William, on going to play ball at the church, dec. 2010

Mom, I think I'm deaf in one ear. --Matthew, while listening to his head phones on the plane--one side didn't work. dec. 2010

Mom, that's too close to the edge.

It's okay, Joseph. It's a rental car. dec. 2010 Will and Joseph

The grown-ups can have the salad and the kids can have the pizza. Will dec. 2010 when Grandma B suggested we have pizza a salad for dinner.

I HATE pink. It is so not awesome. Joseph on having to wear a pink pull-up. dec. 2010

This To Shall Pass*

As of Friday, 3:00 p.m., I am one cent richer.

*thanks Steve

An Innitiation

Daddy and Amelia enjoy the aftermath of an evening shower

It's late in the evening. My boys are all bathed, read to, and tucked in. A relaxing time for me and the Little Miss. She rests asleep in my lap with flakes of dried milk around her pink mouth. And when I tickle them off with my finger nail she lets slip a dreamy grin.

Late night newborn feedings have always been a good excuse to enjoy another screening of Pride and Prejudice (the BBC version) and since it's been three and a half years since I did this with Joseph it was about due time anyway. Besides, I feel the best beginning I can give her is to introduce Mr. Darcy into her life--who doesn't love a little Mr. Darcy. So we have been watching 1/2 hour installments for several evenings now and tonight, Amelia and I, err, scratch that, Miss Elizabeth Bennett rather, will accept the first of what I hope will be many proposals by Mr. Darcy we share together.

Here's to introductions!

In other news:

Joseph swallowed a penny. I'm not sure exactly when, sometime after church on Sunday and before about 3:30 when I came downstairs after feeding Amelia and he casually told me "A penny went down my body, Mom." I wasn't sure what that meant--but my hopes of it dropping out the bottom of his shirt did not come to pass (and the penny hasn't yet either, for that matter).

I called up our resident General Surgeon. (We love him for many reasons, not the least of which being his profession--when raising a pack of man cubs a General Surgeon is a very helpful thing to have in ones back pocket.) He gave me some instructions and diet restrictions, and since then we have been "looking" for the penny so we know we're in the clear and can go back to regular food. I do hope it shows up soon though--I'm tired of sifting through the remnants--"ooh, look, gum!" Yes, very tired of it.