I know some of you have been torn about what to get me for um, well, uh, let's see, oh for giving birth to the boys' 3 years ago. So, this will do. I'm just sayin'.

I've been dying to have one of these. Hey, a girl can dream, right??

Scares me just a little...

For the first time since the twins were babes, we've started bringing them back into church with us. Usually, they just go the nursery. But, we've been attending a great church here that is super inviting for kids. The boys do very well, actually, sitting through 15-20 minutes of opening singing, announcements, prayers. But, I am quickly realizing that the boys have a LOT to tell other people, especially Isaac. And, especially when he has a captive audience. I love them going up for the children's sermon but I try not to visibly cringe when they raise their hand to speak. **Sidenote: At least they are raising their hand 60% of the time now before blurting out.**

Today, the boys go right up and plop themselves right up front. Here comes the woman doing the little sermon. Isaac, who has very little volume control, blurts out, "HI I'M ISAAC." She takes it in stride. She begins speaking about this being Palm Sunday. She asks if anyone knows why we call it this. Only my two boys raise their hands. I think, Please dear Lord, let her call on Jorden b/c at least he still doesn't speak super clearly. She calls on Isaac. He tells her how much he loves his toys. She tells him yes, Jesus loves his toys and then begins telling the story again.

She gets to the part where Jesus rides in on a donkey and asks if anyone in the congregation has ridden a donkey. Before she can finish he question, Isaac YELLS, "well YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-HAWWWWWWWWWWW!" Everyone laughs hysterically. One woman graciously told me later, "well, that little sweetheart sure is an active participant, isn't he?" I am thinking this is only beginning...

This is why we have no life...

Today, Jereme asks if the kids and I want to go eat lunch with him. I, obviously, answer yes before the question is even finished. It's a win-win. No fixing/cleaning up a lunch mess AND it can be the meal of the day so sandwiches or cereal for supper.

I call him after playgroup. He says how about Pizza Hut? Well, why not, we only have about 4 restaraunts in this town. He then says, ok, well, WE'LL meet you there in about 15 minutes. Whoa, wait, what? WE? Who is we? Jereme answers, I am up at one of my dealers so I invited them to all come down and eat with us. Me, "OH CRAP." But, the idea of not having to fix 2 meals FAR outweighed the thought of the twins, dangerously close to naptime, and eating out.

Everything was fine and dandy. There were about 6 or 7 of them and they were loving on all the kiddos. Then, right at the end, Jorden gets slightly choked up. Have I ever mentioned that the child has a serious gag reflex issue?

Yep, you guessed it. Sitting right there in front of 6 or 7 of Jereme's guys, Jorden yaks. I, ever the quick-thinker, shove his plate full of food under his mouth and attempt to block any projectile parts from hitting the people around us. So, there we were, Jorden happy as a lark, 25 seconds after throwing up all over his food, drinking a Sprite and me, trying to keep it together, toweling off child's puke from my arm and hand with napkins.

I cannot, for the life of me, figure out why more people don't want to eat out with us????

Don't take advice from a 2-year-old (even if he is almost 3!)

Three boys is sucking the remainder of my brains right out of me. Jereme is out of town since yesterday and I have three sick boys. Took baby Luke to doctor today b/c he is miserable. No shocker, ear infection(s) is back, or perhaps it was never gone. Anyways, after getting his meds, we decided to go through Wendy's b/c we all needed a treat!!

As I was sitting at stoplight contemplating how to get through a couple more days solo with the sickies without going nuts, Isaac pipes up and says, "Ok, mommy, GO!" So, you know what? I did. And, guess what? The light was still red. I realized it about halfway through, slammed on my brakes and said, well, I won't type what I said. Wouldn't you know it...there's a police man in his car about 10 feet away. I looked at him, looked back at my kids (by the way there were no cars...you all know we live in small-town USA), and laid my head on the steering wheel for a minute. I looked back up, he gave me a big smile, wave and motioned for me to just go on. I don't know you, sir, but I love you.

Now, back to movies galore, holding sick babies and desperately trying to remember where I put the Percoset...