Please Sir, can I have some more?

So if you haven't already surmised by my lack of posting, the past 4 weeks have really kicked my ass. Not my butt, my ASS. Yes, internet, I am swearing!

Between the holidays, insane work, sick children, and enough household chores to overwhelm an army of maids, I was literally just trying to stay afloat in my own life. What I really need are some inflatable Life water-wings. Maybe ones that come with a cocktail holder?

In the midst of all of this...surviving, the baby is continuing her mission to become the cutest, baldest, naughtiest eating champion of the world. I'm pretty sure that she holds the number one position with that. She's also considerably augmented her vocabulary, although she calls all dogs "DINAH!!!" and now tells me "YES!" and "Noooooo" which can be helpful at times, but can also be very confusing, because she likes to trick people. (I wonder where she gets that from!?)

Jack's 5th birthday is quickly approaching, and I can't believe that I have a man-child that old. He is Mr. Superlative lately, announcing that everything is either the WORST, or (sweet smile) the best! We hear a lot of fart noises and jokes, most of which don't quite make sense yet, but still make us laugh a lot, because hey, we too are idiots. It's hard to temper the laughing with the parenting, but we're managing so far (although maybe not if you talk to my mother).