A short update

Every time I look at my blog, I know it's super boring right now. Not much to tell, but I better write at least a little something, right? So, here's the update, by family member...

Natalie:
Is into everything... and I DO mean EVERYTHING!
This morning while I was in the shower, she shredded a roll of toilet paper in the hall. She also finished off my little alarm clock, once and for all. (She's been carrying it around, changing the time and alarm settings every morning for weeks. Today, finally, it looks like she pried the whole face off! Time for a new alarm clock, eh?!) She climbs onto everything, pulls over chairs to get up to the counter or desk, empties drawers, pulls keys off our computer keyboard, and rummages through closets on an hourly basis. Fun.

Here she is, sneaking into the upstairs desk, getting ready to pull out all the electronic cords and do-dads...

Spencer:
Still hasn't given up on his blanket, but we're working on it. He's been learning about "goals" in his preschool, so we're going to set a goal... soon. He loves learning about the body, and has a little magnetic "body parts" book that he loves. He's fascinated with muscles, organs, skin, and bones. And he does not like dinosaurs, and is comforted to know they're all dead. He's still afraid of owls and hears noises in the night. He's started crawling into bed with Samantha when he gets too scared... better than coming into our room, right?? He's my big helper in the kitchen, and loves to make dinner with me. He especially loves the new chopper thing Brian bought for me... Spence is Chopper #1! He also loves doing puzzles and taking baths.

Samantha:
Is LOVING school, and also loves to have a break from school, she's decided. Getting up "early" for school is hard, but worth it! She also likes rewards, and recently started her own chore chart, for her and Spencer. Her chores (which she thought up all by herself) include opening the blinds in the living room each morning, setting the table at dinner time, making her bed, and cleaning the living room. She gets a star for each chore. Then, she can earn extra stars when she does something I ask her to do. (But no, running upstairs to check on Natalie does not always qualify for a star, much to Samantha's dismay!)

Here she is, with her Choose The Right Hero (think Flat Stanley and add church), after she made a wonderful right choice to clean up the living room...

Brian:
Hasn't been too busy at work lately. Maybe I shouldn't post that on my blog, in case some sneaky S&S spy is looking on here?? It's been slow these past few weeks, which is especially nice for me and the kids! We love having Daddy come home for dinner and bedtime. We could definitely get used to this!!

Here he is on the train with Natalie, on our way to the Children's Museum in Manhattan, a few weeks ago. (If I get more regular with my blogging, there are some fun pics of that outing I'd like to share. hopefully?)...

And me:

I'm... not sure what I've been doing? Not blogging. Not doing laundry. Not feeling very motivated in my more domestic roles lately. Guess I'm just enjoying the nice weather we've been having. 70s, people! Read a book outside for a couple of days, while the kids played and destroyed our house. It's been lovely. In fact, yesterday, when it was only 64, I was downright whiny, as I've been so spoiled to start expecting 70+ temps -- in MARCH!?! 

That's it for now, folks. I gotta get busy, packing us up to head to the beach for a picnic lunch today. (Again, I'm a little whiny because it's ONLY 64 right now... even though it'd supposed to get up to 75 by this afternoon.)

Ciao!

ps. a little funny story about "ciao." ... We all know that's Italian for "goodbye" -- right? Well, when I was a missionary, one day a set of elders called us, wanting to know the "secret code" a girlfriend had signed in all caps at the bottom of her letter. "It's gotta be something really cool," the elder said, "but I can't figure it out." Then he spelled out, "C. I. A. O." ... Check In After... No? Can I Ask Over... No? What could it be??! I sat on the phone with him, listening, wondering what in the world he was talking about. After 30 seconds or so, I wrote it on a piece of paper and immediately knew... Ciao. (sounds like chow, Mom.) I let the elder go on for another round or two... Church Is Another Opening... No? Cars In Around...
It's Ciao, Elder. Ciao! Ha ha!

Teething

My friend, Lindsay, just sent me this darling picture of Natalie. So, I thought it was a perfect time to share it and say a little word about teething. Oh boy! the JOY of teething! Dontcha kinda wish they could all come in at once, or at least kind of close to each other?!

Nope. Not Natalie's teeth.

We kept thinking she was teething when she'd get whiny and have a runny nose -- from about 8 months on. And... nothing.
For a looooong time.
Then, she eventually popped out that first one on the bottom at almost 14 months. And then one more on the bottom. Now we've been waiting, waiting again... FINALLY, two more on the top last month. Guess which two?

Her one-year-old molars. Right on schedule. So this kid has two tiny bottom cutters, and two molars on top.  Can you picture it? Is it as strange to you as it is to me??

Last week she finally cut a third molar, this time on the bottom. So now she actually has a pair that match up. Molars. So weird.

Now she's cutting her eye teeth -- the pointy ones on the sides, ya know? ... and nothing on top, front and center. Nice.

Apparently I teethed late as well, in a really strange pattern. Guess it runs in the genes. I'm just curious, has anyone else ever heard of anything so random, or is it just me and my baby?? :)

The Report

I've been not blogging lately. But then, I've come to look at other people's blogs a few different times, and it seems a lot of other people are also not blogging. Maybe it's the season?

Anyway, I realized I last wrote right before our fabulous two-week vifit home. And now that trip is more than two weeks come and gone! I haven't even given the report on the trip. So, for the record, it was WONDERFUL. We had such a nice time catching up with family, reconnecting with friends, and watching our kids get to play with so many cousins and friends.

The best part?

Brian didn't work. Not one bit. Should I repeat that??

He didn't work. And it was wonderful. And since we came back, things have been much lighter for him at work, which continues to make us all feel pretty "up" around here. There's no telling what's around the next corner, but we're loving the family meals, the prayers and wrestling together at bedtime, and the quiet "grown-up" time after the kids are asleep. All is well.

So, I thought I'd just put up a few random pictures from our trip. I didn't take many, but I'm sure you can imagine (or remember?) all the family get-togethers, the late nights snacking on unhealthy bits, the luxury of sleeping in our own king-size bed, for two glorious weeks. (Well, actually, I think we only slept in the bed five times, but I'm probably the only one counting, right?) Here's what we captured on digital film...

Relaxing at our home in Caldwell. Natalie especially loved her new, cushy booster chair, compliments of cousin Cole. (Just wish we could bring it with us back to NY!)...

Taking full advantage of the corner soaker tub. (And before you get too grossed out, they're all wearing undies, so it's more of a swim party than a real bath.)...

Enjoyed visiting with my Grandma Eva, and Grandpa Doug. Grandma Eva turns 89 tomorrow!! 89! We love them both so much!!

Spencer found some good BaBa time, and came back more attached to his finger and blanket than ever. Sigh. I know it's time to be done, but... well. Soon?

Discovering Uncle Wade's iPad. Spencer is a passive observer in this particular pic, but he certainly took his turn. And is now a computer addict...

We helped my parents clean out some storage rooms in the basement (hauled off three full truck loads of stuff to DI and/or dump! yay!), and found some old-time family treasures, like this family flag, from the Phelps Kids Reunion, when I was about 10, I think? Each picture represents one of the family members (mine is the music), and the fire is for all of us, or for camping, or something?? Notice the sweet pun of "Hone Sweet Home"...

 Watched Natalie enjoy her first unassisted Oreo cookie adventure. She loved it, and we loved watching her!

 Natalie was like a little baby celebrity. All the girl cousins LOVED coddling her, taking care of her, playing with her. She's being pushed in the doll stroller by Allie and Sammie, while Ella watches...

 More coddling the girlie...

 A shared birthday party for Spencer and cousin Bryson (they're eight days apart)...

 Complete with red velvet cake (Spencer's request, if you can believe!), on the couch with Grandpa...

 Another joint party with cousin Seth, complete with the traditional pinata...

 And the fight for candy...

We got a pic of Seth blowing out the candles (he's seven!), but I think Uncle Mark is took the pic of me holding the cake for Spence. I'll have to get it from him. Don'tcha love how Seth is wearing part of the pinata? heeehe.

And, that's it, folks. A wonderful trip.I cried when we locked up our house and left it sitting there, with our comfy couches, our beautiful piano, our carpet, our fun painted walls and decorations, and our king-size bed. Sigh. But it was good to get back to our NY home, too. Spring is on its way and we're LOVING it here! More to tell about what we've been up to these past few weeks. Stay tuned... (and hopefully I'll be back soon!)

A Vifit Home

When I first moved to Boston, way back when I was still a single lady, my cousin Leslie and my old roommate Jeanna came to see me for a few days. We walked the Freedom Trail, went to some of the historic sites in the area, and stopped in at a cool museum about the Minute Man Trail. There were all these old copies of letters and documents that people wrote back in the 1700s... very cool.

I was standing in front of a copy of one of these old letters, reading aloud for us about some of the founding fathers' intimate lives. I read along... something about "so-and-so came for several days to vifit."

"Vifit??" I turned to Les and Jeanna. "Vifit?? What's a vifit?"

They looked at me in confusion, then looked to the letter I was reading. ViSit. Yes, it actually said visit. But it was that old-time handwriting script, where the S actually looked like an F. We laughed and laughed, saying all kinds of things where we could use the word "vifit" -- so glad you guys came to vifit me... hahahah! I hope my parents come to vifit... hahahah! Maybe we should have some other vifitors join us... hahahah!

Kay, so maybe it was just funny to me. But it still is. So, I thought I'd let you all know... we're coming home to Idaho and Utah VIFIT ! Today!! Yay!

I hope we can get everything packed up, including all the medications my children are taking. Can I just tell you, it has been a week?!?!? As in, not so good, actually. It started with a vifit to the doctor for Spencer on Monday -- double ear infection, poor boy.

Next day we had to go get an x-ray of his adenoids, because they seem to be enlarged.

Then it was Natalie's turn. After two days of nearly constant screaming, we took her to see the doctor yesterday... double ear infection. And I thought those weren't supposed to be contagious!?! bleh. While we were there for her appt, the doctor told us there was a cancellation with an ENT, if we wanted to take Spence across the valley to get his adenoids checked out for real.

So, off we went to our fourth doctor's vifit... great ENT (if anyone wants a referral in NY?), but the whole wait-forever-to-see-the-really-great-pediatric-ENT was kind of a nightmare... Three kids, tiny room, lots of doctor's instruments and things NOT to play with, a screaming one-year-old who still feels crummy about her ear infection. More bleh.

And now? Good morning Samantha. What's that you say?? Sore throat? Fever?? Oh dear... off we go again! We fly at 6 p.m. I guess the bright side is that we have now every excuse to drug our kids for the flight. ha!!

Anyway, we're excited to come, and hope to be able to catch up with lots of family and friends while we're in the area... Fun times ahead!

To Sleep, or Not to Sleep?

I laid my baby down for a nap 45 minutes ago. She had been fed, had a bottle, even had on a fresh clean diaper after filling her pants. I then went about my daily chores, and walked past her bedroom several times to hear lots of chattering, singing, occasional thumping on the wall. Finally, I opened the door to check on her and found this...

She looks so sleepy, doesn't she??

But who can be upset at such cuteness?!? (I think you can actually see her two little teeth on the bottom if you blow up this pic below)...

Even if she is completely unaware that her nap will now be a SHORT one, since she chose to play for the first 45 minutes, and we still have to go pick up Sammie in just over an hour...

Oh well... Luckily, she is a VERY happy girl most of the time, nap or no nap...

Since Natalie chose not to nap for the past while, I decided I'd choose not to nap too, and would blog a random update, even though it's a perfect rainy day outside, and soooo tempting to curl up in bed for a few lazy minutes.

Nope, instead, I present to you, pictures of our latest Snow Day from last weekend. Actually, it's been our ONLY snowy day since that crazy storm back in October that ruined our Halloween party. Weird weather here, but we're not complaining!

We thoroughly enjoyed our one day of snow and ice, and thought it was especially nice that it came on a Saturday! The kids ate breakfast, then we all bundled up to go out and PLAY!!!

Samantha is a die hard snow-lovin' girl! She was the first one out, last one in, and begged for more later in the day, as usual.

Spencer was not to be outdone by his sister this time. He got cold, but managed to stay out and get in almost as much snow time as Samantha..

And Natalie had her first snow adventures, so fun!

She got up close and personal with it, and didn't mind too much...

She was especially fascinated with her mittens, and kept watching the snow on them. I LOVE watching babies in the snow. She was wobbling all over the place, but kept her balance pretty well.

King of the Mountain!!

Snow Queen, with ice in her hair...

We even made it down to our pond, which was just starting to freeze over a bit. The ducks haven't left for the winter. Maybe ducks don't do that?? (5 secs after I took this pic, Nat tried to climb OFF the bridge and into the pond 8-10 feet below! they really don't have any common sense at that age, do they?!)

And back inside for hot chocolate to warm everybody up...

Natalie was VERY pleased by the hot chocolate.

And Spencer too, of course!

Just so you know they aren't always quite so perfectly cute, here's Natalie eating her dinner last night... totally COVERED in rice and gravy. It's a daily occurrence. Then she smells like whatever tasty meal we had, until bath time. Sigh...

As for the post-surgery updates... Good. and Good.
My mom had surgery on her left rotator cuff last Friday. It's been a rough week with lots of narcotics and rest for her. But she's doing well. She had a follow-up visit yesterday and the doctor was very positive and said it all looks great. Whew! It's just a long recovery process, and her arm is pinned to her side, which can't be very fun. Anyway, I'm just glad everything went well for her, and that she's now on the mend!

As for Spencer, his surgery went really well, also. We forgot the camera (can you believe?? -- guess blogging/documenting it for public consumption wasn't exactly the first thing on our minds, eh?) But luckily, Brian had his trusty Blackberry with him, to take this sweet picture of our little hospital goer...

He was a perfect patient, and has had a really smooth recovery. It's been much better than I expected. In fact, to go along with the title of our post, he's actually been sleeping BETTER since his surgery than he was before (knock on wood!). Even after he got off the tylenol w/codeine (which he only took twice!).  Yay! Of course, at this precise moment he is a growly, whiny little bear because I turned off his Netflix so we can go get Samantha. Oh well... all is normal, which means all is good, right?!? We're just glad it all went smoothly and that he's our happy little boy again. Modern medicine is an absolute miracle to me. Miracle. And Blessing.

Anyway, bye for now! 56 degrees out there. In January. Weird, but I am NOT complaining!!

Nimpadoodee, Pope-ee-dope, and other randomness

Wow! First, thanks for all the comments, sympathy, and encouragement from that last post. I know it sounded like I was practically BEGGING for some comments... well, thanks for coming out of the woodwork (or off your i-phones), to show your support. Along the lines of a "report" -- I DID indeed try to go to sleep early the night I wrote that post. But then there were lots of "interruptions" all night... wind, Spencer, Brian, Spencer again, more wind, etc. Sigh. Not all nights are as restorative as I might wish, eh?

Anyway, on to the title of this post: Nimpadoodee.
This is Spencer's own made-up word. I'm not exactly sure when it became a favorite -- maybe sometime this past fall? Well, he says it every day, many times a day, and it really has no meaning it all. He uses it to torment poor Samantha. In a soft little sing-song voice, he walks by Sammie and sings, "Nimpadooooo-dee!" -- holds onto the "dooooo" for emphasis.

Her reaction is hilarious, and somewhat over-the-top, I think. She first starts running away from him; then covers her ears as he follows her with his chant; then yells, "STOP THAT NIMPADOODEE!!"; then finally resorts to dramatic tears of frustration.

I feel kind of funny ordering Spencer, "No more nimpadoodee right now, okay?" But what else am I to do? I mean, it's a made-up word, but its soul purpose seems to be irritating his poor sister. Oh, the woes of siblinghood!

I have reminded Samantha that she also has a made-up word of her own:
Pope-ee-dope. (Not sure how one would really spell that one, so I'm just going with the phonetic pronunciation for ya.) Yep. Pope-ee-dope was her own creation way back in London. And its use was somewhat similar to Nimpadoodee -- she would say it when she got a little bit frustrated with us -- "Daddy! Don't be a Pope-ee-dope!" And we thought it was hilarious then, still do even now.

But unfortunately, it does not have the same antagonizing effect on Spencer... Spencer starts in with Nimpadoodee, and so Samantha smugly turns around and says "Pope-ee-dope" right back to him. He only smiles, and continues with his little sing-song, "Nimpadooooo-dee!" She tries another "Pope-ee-dope" but he seems completely unphased by her attempts. So then, she eventually resorts to running away, screaming at him, then crying... Poor Samantha.

Maybe I'm not properly mothering on this one. I mean, after all, Nimpadoodee and Pope-ee-dope could be considered by some to be name-calling -- which I try not to allow. (No "stupid," or "dumb-dumb face" or anything like that, ya know?) But well... Nimpa-doooooodee-- c'mon. It's a tiny bit funny, isn't it? I don't let it get too out of hand, and when she's really bothered, I do make him stop... time-out usually does the trick. Sigh. Always the referee, I am.

Samantha's best reactions have been, one evening, just before dinner, she yelled out from the living room: " SPENCER!!!!! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH NIMPADOODEE!!!!!"

And on her birthday, as they were laying in bed ready to go to sleep, he started his chant and she sniffled out: "You're making me have a BAD BIRTHDAY, with all your NIMPADOODEE!!!" -- I made him stop, that time. I mean, it was her birthday, after all, right?

Well, here's our Nimpadoodee man, himself, looking a little bit sly, hehehe...

He's going in for a minor surgery on Monday... he was born with a hernia (on his little boy parts, ahem). Weird, huh? It's an outpatient surgery, and the doctors have assured us that he should be "back to normal" within a week. But still, it's a big deal to the Mommy to have my Baby Boy go through this. Send us some prayers, please!

And while you're praying... might as well add a prayer for my mom, too. She's going in for a surgery on her rotator cuff (shoulder) this afternoon. It's been on my mind a lot lately. She had major back surgery back in November, and has been waiting to be well enough to do this surgery (which actually needed to be done before the back surgery, but the back surgery was more pressing.)

As you can imagine, it's hard being so very far away from her when these "big" events are happening for her. I feel a little helpless and distant -- wish there was more I could do for her. But I do believe in the power of prayer, and feel a lot of comfort there. I'll try to put up an update, in a few days... on both Spencer and my mom. Kay?

Bye for now... Nimpadoooooo-dee!

Up and down, or down and up?

It's a bit of a rough ride around here, folks. And this little entry is possibly better suited for a journal instead of a blog. But, as I find myself in front of the computer tonight, and as I see that no one is commenting anyway (sniff sniff -- not a single person cared to write ANYTHING about Samantha's birthday??), I'll just use this as my attempt at journaling a bit of our latest.

It's about the Job. As in, Brian's Job. We all know it's unbearable, and we've all known that from Day One, right? (And by "we" I include all you lurking readers who have heard the ghastly tales in past posts.) Yes, we know it stinks. And really, it doesn't do to dwell on the downers. But sometimes, well... the glass seems far *less* than just half full. What's the optimistic way to say there's only a tiny little bit left in that darn glass?? I think we need a fill up, please!

I started off this new year with a "new attitude!!" I set a bunch of goals, and had a GREAT first week of 2012. Well, great, except for the fact that Brian was gone, gone, and more gone every day and most of every night. But I tried not to dwell on that... ate healthy food, did some yoga, read stories to the kiddos, cleaned the bathrooms, and even went to bed at a reasonable hour. For a whole week!

Then, it became Week Two. And well... Brian still wasn't home. At all. So, why bother going bed at a reasonable hour, if HE wasn't?! I had hardly lost any weight, so why bother eating quite so healthy? (Don't worry, I didn't binge too badly.) Also, aren't the kids just as easily entertained by Netflix as they are by stories from mom? And my body was pretty stiff, from all that yoga so... introduce a week-long yoga break. And who cares about laundry, let alone bathrooms?!? All this, for a whole week! (Yes, there were tears, on multiple occasions -- mine, and my children's! And maybe even Brian's, but he wasn't here for me to document it.)

A comparison?
Week One = good.
Week Two = bad.

Week One = happy wife tries to offer comfort and cheer to a very over-worked, weary husband.
Week Two = weary, lethargic wife can hardly roll out of bed to face the kids each morning, even stoops to thinking menacing thoughts about the over-worked husband who rolled into bed at 5 a.m. and is STILL asleep as wife gets up at 7:30! (Imagine!!)

Week One = checking things off lists.
Week Two = chucking lists in the trash.

Week One = making plans with friends, enjoying the occasional, necessary "break" (even though I do feel bad Brian couldn't take one, too)
Week Two = wallowing in front of lame-o Netflix movies night after night, willing myself to stay awake just that much longer, for no good reason.

The only REAL difference, I hate to admit, was the way I faced what was in front of me. I hate to admit it, because I like to blame my downer days on the fact that it really stinks that Brian has to work so much -- stinks for him, especially, and it stinks for me, too. And I like to think that Week Two was WORSE, because one can only take so much of this and then there's some hidden breaking point and I must have hit it as I started into that second week.

But if I'm totally honest?

I just got short sighted. I stayed up too late, and justified it by telling myself I was doing "necessary" things (that really aren't so necessary after 10 p.m., right?) Then I felt exhausted and short-tempered in dealing with kids, then guilty at the end of the day for what I didn't get done and how poorly I mothered my babies. Then I stayed up late again to "try" to get some stuff done, but ended up just feeling slumpy and watching more movies or sitcoms. Lame.

Of course, I like to blame all that on Brian's job. It's easier that way, isn't it?

But see, then I went to sleep at 9:30 p.m. last night (unprecedented!), slept all the way until 7:30 a.m., and -- like MAGIC -- I am back to Week One attitude! Magic, I tell you. I believe in sleep. I believe in goals. I believe in trying harder to maintain that "half-full" perspective, even though I sometimes think it might go against something in my very nature. So, I'm trying again... starting right now with another early night, and hopefully another productive, happier day tomorrow.

There's my journal entry for the night. And for the record, Brian's job really IS absolutely TERRIBLE -- no matter if the glass is half-full. It's just the truth.

But we're surviving. :)

Back-blogging: Princess Party for our Six-Year-Old!

Guess who turned SIX?!?!

Happy Birthday to our sweet Samantha girl! I was just collecting pictures to write about her birthday, and I realized we haven't taken many pics of just Samantha lately. We'll have to fix that, in the next weeks, eh?

Well, I thought I'd show some pictures of her fun birthday party. She wanted to have a Princess Party this year, like her two other friends from church and school had earlier this fall. Funny, she's never actually had a "friends" birthday party; we were planning to do one when she turned five, but she decided she'd rather just have a family day and go to the Boise Children's Discovery Center. Fair enough.

So, finally, a "friends" party, and finally a princess party. It was low-key, but fun. She invited five girls, but in the end one couldn't come, one got sick... and it turned into a party of three. We played a game of "draw a beautiful princess." They all did a great job and really got into it. But they were mad about Spencer's scribbles (as you can see on the lower right corner of their princess poster, below)...

Spencer was promptly banished to his own coloring sheet. (And yes, he's wearing a tutu. I mean, it was a princess party, after all). After they finished their drawings, they coached me on drawing a HUGE princess on the other side of their poster, then we played "pin the crown on the princess." I was the one directing the blindfolded girls with their crowns, so no pics of that game. (And luckily, no pics of my fine artsy princess, who had "too puffy" of hair, they told me.)

Next, was a rousing game of musical chairs, Samantha's absolute favorite. I took a few vids...

Then, my most creative idea was to let them decorate Samantha's cake. I'm telling you, that was a hit!! They felt soooo privileged and excited to be able to put their own flourishes into the decorating... and eat some of the candies as they went.

They were very intent and serious about their work...

And the end result. Too much is NEVER enough!!

This is weird, but I was really worried the cake decorating idea was going to "go south" so I bought pink snowball cakes, and for some reason put her candles on the snowballs. Funny, eh? They didn't even eat the snowballs, but they LOVED the red velvet cake.

I know I took a little video of the "happy birthday" song, but it must have gotten erased, I guess. Darn. It was really cute. Imagine little girlies, all wanting to blow together.

And the presents... She got some really fun, sweet gifts from her friends, and from grandmas and grandpas, and Dad and Mom. This wasn't the whole stash, but it shows a few of her goodies, anyway...

To open the presents, we played this game called, um... "guess who said happy birthday while you're in this big box." Can you figure how that one worked? Well, yep... Samantha climbed in the box, we all danced around it singing Happy Birthday, while we spun the box in a circle. Then I pointed to one of the kids and they disguised their voice and said, "Happy Birthday!" When she guessed who said it, she got to open the present they brought. She loved it.

Then after it was over, we let each of the party goers have a go in the box. We sang "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" to them, instead. Then someone said, "Merry Christmas!" and they had to guess who. I'm so creative, eh? ha!

Then we played Twister (one of her gifts), ate more cake and ice cream and special raspberry soda punch drink, and the girls went home. When her daddy came home a little bit later, we have a little more cake, to celebrate with him. And now... she's six!! We sure do love our Samantha girl.

Replaced??

I didn't come to bed fast enough last night... looks like Brian found a new roommate?

Ha ha ha!! That's the big bear I bought for Brian (and really for the kids) for Christmas. Funny, huh? Just had to share. :)