As I sit staring at our blog I'm left wondering...where is the aimless talking that is promised by the title? So here it goes.....I counted all my shirts hanging in the closet that have stains and do you know how many there are? Five...yes, FIVE. The worst part is two of them are maternity shirts I borrowed from a friend (Woosterweester, you're the lucky winner of a brand spankin' new white tank top and brown tank top my friend, :embarrassed:) so they must be replaced. The others I will eventually toss when I can actually fit into my old shirts. I don't know how many times one must spill salsa or eggs on oneself before they will learn to be more careful when they eat. I wish I could blame it all on the pregnancy because a woman's balance is off during that time but shamefully I believe most of those incidents have taken place more recently.

This has been your aimless talk for the day.

But since most of you check this blog to see pictures of the girls (S, get back to work!!) here you go:

K playing along to Willie Nelson


K and Mommy laughing at Papa who has successfully gotten us to laugh by being ridiculously goofy (did you get that?). Yes, Mommy looks silly but she can't help it...Papa is hysterical.


N and her cute "who me?" face


Bright Eyed N