Ella the sarcasm monster. Allison the sensitive one. Karl the mommy's boy.

I see so much of myself in Ella. The things she says in retort to something have me cracking up more than not. She is definitely the one my mother wanted me to have so I "got it back". Although I correct her when she does it, i'm secretly "right on!"

Allison is one huge bag of feelings. I asked her the other day if Ella liked boys yet. The answer was no. Then I asked her if she liked boys yet. She immediately broke down crying and said between sobs "you are embarresing me! Heh, I guess she does like boys.

Karl. What a different relationship I have with him. He's a momma's boy and he knows it. Like most last kids, he gets away with murder. We went to a wedding the other day. Mother/Father dance (father was my brother), I was fine. But the mother/son dance? holy shit. I don't think I'll make it through without crying if I started training now.

my kids are skateboarding.

i just posted on my usual blog that i went skateboarding today. I didn't mention the coolest part. All three kids went skateboardeing with me. oh man, i hope they grow up punk.

Mother's Day was, um, "magical".

I had a fabulous Mother's Day. I of course spent the day with my children and I loved every single moment of it. Allison made me ~tons~ of handmade things for me. Each thing she created was better than the last. Ella made me things too. And Karl painted me a flower and a magnet.

But then came the best part. They came into the living room holding two wrapped presents.

I opened it.

The first was a 11x14 matted and framed picture of Karl. The frame was blue and it made his eyes just stand out so beautifully. The second was another framed picture, this one of all three kids. I took one look at it and I burst out crying.

Our friend Laurel took some amazing pictures at Ella's birthday party, and unbeknownst to me, she got them ready for printing and my husband took them down to get framed. What amazing friends, kids and a husband I have. I just don't have words for how lucky I am.

Happy Birthday Ella!

On April 23rd, my oldest daughter turned 7 years old. Oh my. I barely blinked.

I'm going to try my best to get into blogging again, so here is a little place holder to get it started.

It's like stealing candy from a baby.

Or for that matter, a five year old.

I took a baggy filled with Nerds away from Allie the other day for one reason or another. I just saw it sitting there and before I gave it back to her, I took a handful for myself.

I just now gave it back to her and she was so happy she got it back. Nice she didn't notice that handful missing!

Ahhhh. The joys of motherhood. Motherhood meaning the ultimate boss in everything they say or do. /< insert evil laughter here />

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