Where do the days go? They sure don't go fast b/c I am busy keeping a clean house or preparing fabulous meals. Luke is a smiling, sometimes giggling and cooing baby these days. He.Is.Such.A.Good.Baby! Love that boy! The little boys are doing so great, too!!




Getting ready to go for a train ride!


Who is that person with Jorden? She doesn't ever appear in pictures!

State of health care...

I just can't let this one go.

Take a stab at what a routine delivery by c-section will cost you these days? And, for the record we were at the hospital for 48 hours. 48 hours, people, and the total amount billed to my insurance (thus far, that is!)???

$21,754.06

You gotta be kiddin' me. And, golly gee, I just can't figure out for the life of me why everyone can't afford health insurance and it's just a puzzle on why our health care and insurance system is completely WHACK and CORRUPT!!!

Luke...terrified.


LOVE these boys!!


This cat had a death wish. It let Jorden carry him everywhere at the Pumpkin Patch!










And, two weeks later, here is Luke still terrified. Of course, if you saw what went on in this house, you'd be terrified, too...

I'm worried...

I'm concerned. I think I might actually be starting to like going to Walmart. Is it because I can get out of the house for more than an hour if I got to Walmart? Or is it because I know I will find something there to entertain me or blog about?

But, last night, I made a trip there. Good ol' faithful Walmart. I really wanted to purchase a new waffle iron. I got a great one 2 years ago for Christmas but 2 of our boys, who shall remain nameless, found it in the cabinet and launched it down the stairs, thus rendering it useless. I love waffles and this cold, crappy weather makes me want to make some. Anyways, I had dang near made it through the entire store without any incidents to write about. But, my cashier came through.

Cashier after he scans my waffle iron: "I see you are going to put this waffle iron to use right away."
Me: I stand confused for a minute, scanning my groceries wondering if I picked up a box of pancake/waffle mix. I see nothing. "Ok, so what makes you think I'll be fixing waffles soon?"
Cashier: "Well, you're buying that huge box of Eggo waffles!"
Me: Silence for about 15 seconds hoping this poor guy will start laughing so I don't have to go home and blog about him. He doesn't. "Yes, I guess that'd be one way to heat up pre-made waffles."

America's finest, I tell ya!