(Kind of. Right now Ellie is screaming in her crib because we're trying the cry it out philosophy. And it is slowly. driving. me. mad.) (And I took the door knob off of the girls' door the other day because Kenzie would not stay in there.) (And right now Hannah is in big trouble for sharpie-ing a book.) For the love of everything holy, there is nothing worse than a baby's cry. I'll be right back.
7 hours later:
And there is nothing better than this:
|The girls are all wearing shirts from Stacie, who is serving a mission in Thailand.|
Except maybe this:
[insert picture of Michael when the stupid server stops rejecting me] Yes I feel that this is a personal insult.
And since my brain cannot put together a coherent thought, this post is nothing if not an exact replica of my brain:
Hannah woke up this morning and said to me, "Mommy, I'm going to miss you when I grow big." Then she cried real tears. Awwww. I tried to reassure her that she probably wouldn't miss me much. I told her we could live by each other and visit each other and that she would be busy with her own little babies and cute husband.
"I don't want to grow big. I will miss you." She was so sad. "I had a dream that I growed big and I didn't see you."
[insert melting mommy heart]
I remember having this conversation with Kenzie. Now if only I can get them to remember that they like me.
[insert witty transition]
I have a new blog header! With new family pictures in my sidebar! Exciting! Must See! Come visit! My pictures were taken by my lovely and talented sister Alisha Siddoway. If you want her to take your pictures, she's awesome and in the Salt Lake area. Hooray! (And she didn't even pay me to say that. I just owe her for all the times I locked her out of our room and wouldn't play Barbies with her.)