Happy Birthday Kaci and Brett

Here's some close ups of the girls' cakes, made by my mother and sister and my mother-in-lawKaci and her jungle cake.

Brett and her three-little pig cake

My mom made the houses out of small food chopper boxes. The straw house is pampas grass, the stick house is pretzels and the brick house is Hershey bars.

Life continues - quickly

Life is busy.

So busy, in fact, I haven't had time to keep my blog as up-to-date as I'd like. There's also a pile of laundry in my laundry room that needs folded, and I haven't mailed all my Christmas cards out and it is February.

However, life continues. And the latest to the crib, Jordie, is growing.

So, I'll update as much as I can from time to time. More often than not, is the plan. Here's is life over the past five months.

Jordie's room.

Jordie, not long after she was born

The girls' Christmas present included scootersYes, Brett is a "farmer" today.

Ready for the 2012 Kansas State Fair. Plug for the fair. You can find these at the T-Shirt stand! Thanks Lori!

That's right. Jordie is ready for the 100th Kansas State Fair this September.

Jordie bathtime

The girls pick out pumpkins at their preschool trip to the pumpkin patch

The girls' Halloween costumes. Mary, Joseph. And Jordie was baby Jesus. Yes, they won the Gypsum Fall Fest Costume Contest for the third year in a row.

Happy Jordie

Real Mothers ...

Someone sent this to me ...

Real Mothers don't eat quiche; they don't have time to make it (who ever makes quiche ... I don't even know what that is. Does it have Macaroni in it? I can make that.)

Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils are probably in the sandbox (is that why I found a teaspoon on the front porch this morning? Last night Kaci was chewing on an egg beater ... no idea.)

Real Mothers often have sticky floors, filthy ovens and happy kids (yup, yup and yup, although my husband promised to shampoo the carpets this weekend -- the twins love to throw food like Spaghetti, and milk and um, yeah).

Real Mothers know that dried play dough doesn't come out of carpets (I don't know about play dough. Just spaghetti)

Real Mothers don't want to know what the vacuum just sucked up (why vacuum? They just mess it up again. Actually, vacuuming in my house means John gets out the shop vac. It sucks up whole food better)