I love my daughters. Right now we are in the "shoot out" phase with little Morzy. I hear her grunting and I immediately start undoing the onesie in preparation for the "out of the diaper any which way" movement. One such instance, I found myself too late (again) so she (and my clothes) ended up in the kitchen sink (I know, only the dirtiest place in your house but at least I was able to hose her down good and clean). I was hoping to make the size 2 diapers last but it looks like- the not even 3 month old -will be moving onto the size 3 diapers.








Miss Addy is grouping her words together quite nicely always adding a Momma on either side of the sentence "Momma please get milk fo Addy Momma", "Momma please shut da door Momma". She seems to really be enjoying the freedom that comes with speech. My favorite are her prayers. Even at meal times we get the long list of family members "pease bless etc... etc.. etc..." oh' and we can't just be general with food, we must say each item individually, be it "miwlk", "gapes", or whatever. It is so delightful to hear. This is simply the best full-time job that could ever be had! They makes me want to sing all day with joy.


A sample of the Saturday Action- Spencer is too cute, making sure we know how we can flip through channels so as to not miss a game. You can never be too prepared.