today...

I got to snuggle with Lyle for an hour before he left for work.
That's what happens when you have 4 children waking you up at the crack of dawn.

I discovered a forlorn group of mourners hovering about Gwyneth's jewelery box as it played it's haunting melody.
"Baby Anna is dead." Gwyneth told me.
All eyes were cast on Gwyneth's bed where a motionless baby doll lay.
"See, she's really dead." Camden stated.

We {and Aunt Tess} spent the morning at my grandparents.
She made us spaghetti for lunch.
And the kids will never leave again without a root beer float filling their tummies.
Camden's, minus the root beer.

Camden observed that I don't have "very good skin."
It's "kinda saggy."
Tessa's looks okay, though.
Let's give her 10.5 more years.
Then we'll see what he says.

Gwyneth scraped her knee.
And handled it far better than either brother would have.

It snowed.

When we got stopped by a train Camden wondered why I couldn't just jump the car over it.
Jude had a true panic attack, absolutely positive that we were stuck forever.

We have no groceries for dinner.
Nada.
Good thing it's payday.