It's a joy being royal!

Have a ghastly Halloween! (belated of course due to a crashing computer!)

The life of a lobster is a hard one!

When your computer crashes...one must make up for lost time. So, this picture is a few months old...but better late than never. This was T's 9th birthday party. He had a mini war-complete with fort building, air soft wars, and a tank cake. He had a blast, and so did his friends! It's hard to believe he's this old!

I'll have the life special, please...with a side of chaos!

So, life with three children is a little crazy at times...a bit like a comedy. I just wonder what people looking from the outside must think when they see this obviously unnaturally blonde with three kids taking the city by storm. When we go out in public, we're like a force of nature with all of our chaos. So, here is how the day played out-We met JR for lunch-tons of fun! After words we went to City Hall to get our passports for Mexico at Christmas time (hooray and hallelujah!) and that is where the trouble began a brewin! E started flipping the minute we hit the line and the wonderful ladies at the passport station just tried everything, but she was hungry, had a wet diaper, exhausted and would have none of it. The other two were trying so hard to help her. Then we had to walk back to the parking lot (several blocks down) and just two blocks shy of the parking structure (but two blocks too many for tiny toes) G biffed it hard and went a' flyin-as did her shoes and unbeknownst to me her little toy dog. Well, carrying her in one arm and my chubbo baby in the other, we finally made it to the car. Just minutes from home after finally getting out of the city, she realized she dropped precious ballet dog. Flip the car around and head back to the city, for heaven sakes doggy is gone! And, as I turn to dry a tear (yes, while driving) WHAM! Hello mr. news van in front of me. Yes, I hit it! But, thank my stars that van was MUCH taller than my volvo and somehow totally unharmed. I am not much worse for the wear, yet somehow I have the urge to go ballistic. We still haven't found ballet dog. But, do you know what? Couldn't get much worse, right? I'm still pretty blessed.