It's hard to type and hold/feed a baby a bottle, but I am resolved to connect to the three people who read my blog. There is stuff out there to share, by golly.
Her royal Lovliness has started smiling and "talking" and I love it, even if she is a crab apple from about 6 'til Dad coaxes her into a formula induced coma around 10. I have just become a terrible sleep trainer and that's all there is to it and I'm out of milk by night time, so ba bas it is until about 2am. But I do love the smiles, they brighten my life and make me happy.

Speaking of bottomless pits: here is Isaac with his I can't wait 5 minutes until dinner cup of frozen corn. This morning he ate a roll, then Diana's peanut butter and honey that was on the counter ready to be packed for her lunch (I was nursing baby and the girls were dressing, to his credit, he did ask permission before pirating), then he ate breakfast, then we went to the bus stop, then he had another roll and finally asked for a hot dog.He didn't actually eat the hot dog, but I think he felt better just knowing it was there. He is a maniac!


The termites are gone - this is what our house and garage looked like for the exterminators - what a mess, but I'm glad the critters are a bay, at least for now - ikkkkkkk, termites are right up there with mice and roaches, in my book.
Want to hear a gross story? Here goes. One morning at the beginning of my mission in Honduras, I went to put my retainers away in their case to find it was occupied by a roach - eeeewwwwwwwwwww! Yes, I did use the case for the rest of my mission, but it did get a serious cleaning/soak in bleach. The thought still grosses me out - YUCK!
Well, Sarah is demanding more mommy, so I will spell check and bid you ta ta.