Bad News...

The bad news is Ashton has a cavity. The good news is....well...don't have any right now. :(

What Being a 2nd Born is REALLY Like...

This video is a perfect example of what being a 2nd born is really like. I mean, look at the way we don't even pay attention to the poor infant (Kate) and the fact she is a few weeks old at most and probably suffered a bit of brain damage or something from this.

Had that been our 1st born, a wild toddler (Ashton) wouldn't have been allowed within 10ft of him. Poor Kate, but she took it all in stride, as she continues to do each and every day. Such a sweet girl! We don't intentionally ignore her, I keep telling myself we just let her experience more things... *Watch Kate's head the WHOLE clip.

Completly Accurate

Click for Complete Accurate View of My Day to Day with the Kids, Particularly While in a Car -

Mrs. Angry Reaches Her Limit: http://www.facebook.com/p.php?i=1346130377&k=Z3LZ3ZP3S6YAUCD1QB64STXPQ4CG

(Courtesy of friends and fellow parents Chirs and Amanda McEwen)

LOL

I don't know how and I don't know when, but Ashton's picked up a very distinct laugh. I knew when I first notice his laugh change that I'd heard it somewhere before and after a few days I figured out where. ASHTON LAUGHS LIKE SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS. I think we'll be monitoring his t.v. viewing a tad closer from now on...
See Video below for example...

Cake and Berries with Grandma Rossmeisl

Growing up, it simply wasn't summer if I didn't taste Grandma's strawberry shortcake. She'd rise early in the morning, cut and sugar the berries and set them to marinate on the sun porch. She didn't use biscuits, but pound cake, a cheap alternative that was encouraged during the Great Depression of her youth.

She'd tell me what she had brewing when I woke for breakfast and promise that, if I ate all my dinner and was a good girl, I'd get an extra dollop of homemade whipped cream with mine later that evening.

Under the shade of the Concord Grape arbor we'd eat our dinner in the waning sun of the late afternoon. After I gulped down my food I'd eagerly await the beat up tray of carefully made up desserts and notice mine in an instant, confirming my goodness by the extra-large mound of fluffy white cream, carefully drizzled with sweet, red juice.

Nothing has or could taste as good as that first bite of Grammie's summer Strawberries & Pound cake.