Why yes, that is a song from Free To Be, You and Me. I had the album. As in vinyl. Way back when I was a young girl. Anyway, this is just to post some pictures of my children. Being sisters and brothers. Brothers and sisters. Brothers and brothers. If these photos are any indication of what the future holds......it shall be interesting. You're going down, down, in an earlier round... And sugar you're going down swinging.... You can read to me.... But I will turn the pages... You are not doing it right. What is that at the end of the table? Oh, it is a XANDER MAN!!! Ah yes. The baby crawled today. I am aware that he is almost ten months old so I should not be shocked. But, um, he crawled today. I liked him unable to move. Now, the real fun begins....

We have started the new home school year. Yes I realize I am nuts. No need to point out the obvious people. So far, so good. I am enjoying the more free schooling we have adapted for this year. Fits my personality better. And we all know, if mama ain't happy..... So it goes. Another year to begin. I am not sure what it is about this time of the year. But I like it. The weather is cooler already. It is as if with fall comes a new chapter in life. Or just as the leaves change, so does your view. A new beginning if you will. I hate to admit this out loud, but having the baby hit me harder than I expected. Everyone said that adding number three was seamless. Once you have two, one more is no big deal. Either they lied or I am a freak. Because it kicked my arse. I think I am just now coming out of the baby fog. And it feels good. Do not get me wrong. I love the little guy. But it has not been easy. Mostly on my mind. Which as anyone who knows me can attest to, is

I get razzed a bit for being all hippie like. Breastfeeding and natural and organic and all of that. But never fear. We still eat crap. Witness Xander eating an Oreo. Oh yes. Those little cookies seem so innocent. But in the hands of a child? They somehow morph into the messiest item on the planet. What is this cookies you speak of? I tell you, I ate no cookie. I tell you, I ate no cookie. Okay, so maybe I ate one little cookie. Shhhhhh.......... See? On an unrelated note, I made some kick azz Nemo cookies. Here fishy, fishy...

I love to read. I have since I was little. I also have a bad habit of getting completely engrossed in what I am reading. Getting so wrapped up that I can not put the book down until I know what happens. I am still this way. I have no self control when it comes to reading. That is not the shameless part. What is shameless is what I like to read. Chick lit. There I said. I like to read the mindless dribble that is chick lit. Not romance novels. Just your run of the mill chick lit. Over the past couple of weeks I have reignited my love of reading. And I gave into the chick lit. What is it about this genre that does me in? I have found that I enjoy the books that involve being a mom as well. Which makes sense. It is relateable on that level in some way. I can not quite put my finger on the draw. The last three books I have read, I have been able to identify with the main characters in some way. Seeing as to how they were all moms. I also seem to like (this is even more

It is seeing images like the ones that follow that make me swell up inside with love. The bond of my boys. I enjoy watching it blossom. The only thing that makes me a bit sad is not having a sister for Emma. Maybe one day. Otherwise it is the Princess stuck in the sea of Princes. I am not sure what Davis is telling Xander in the third picture. I do love how you can see they have their hands on top of one another. So sweet. My boys.

I am not photogenic. Never have been. I almost detest having my picture taken. I am usually the one who volunteers to take all the pictures. You are safe behind the camera. However, looking through pictures, I realize there are very few pictures of me with my kids. This does upset me. I want pictures of me with the kids. Time is fleeting. I want to remember these moments with them. I want photographic evidence that I did exist with these kids. Yesterday we tried to get ready for church and we were very late. I also had a cake and cookies to take for dessert for lunch and the icing would have melted in the car. We opted to let Xander take a nap and just go straight to Mark's moms for lunch. We were all dressed for church though. I usually dress us to coordinate as much as I can. No idea why. It is a sickness. We were all dressed and ready to go, so I asked Emma and then Mark to snap a few pictures of me with the kids. Here are the best ones. Davis has a hard time be

Cause me to long for fall. I am looking forward to stews and roast and soups again. In the summer it is hard to find food that sounds good when the temperature outside feels like 112. Today we woke up to overcast skies, rain and fairly cool weather. It feels wonderful. I am sitting here uploading pictures while Mark and Emma play Mario Party 8 on the Wii, Xander plays his toy piano (lovely sound) and Davis colors behind me humming. It really is a great day. The only thing I am not looking forward too this fall is that my baby (!?!?!?) will be celebrating his one year birthday already. I do not want to think about it really.

For nine months I carried you around in my belly. I saw you for the first time when you were 6 weeks old in my belly. You were a tiny spot then. I saw you again when you were about 13 weeks in my belly. You were a little jumping bean. The last time I saw you in my belly you were about 20 weeks. You did not hold still. For about 25 or so of those weeks I felt you move and dance. You grew and grew and all the time I wondered if you were a boy or a girl. Finally, nine months ago today, I saw your gorgeous little face and met you. Our little Alexander... Time has gone on. Far too fast. Before long you were four weeks old. An entire month passed. My little wise boy. The next thing I knew, I blinked and you were two months old. You began to smile at us. Another month flew by and you were three months old. By now we were rocking cloth diapers. Four months hit us just as quick as the other ones did. You began to love to bounce in your jump a roo. By the time you were five mon