snow on snow on snow

Things that were yelled out the door to me while I shoveled the driveway this morning:

"Mom, help! I have a never-ending booger!"
"Mom, I accidentally tried to make myself a chocolate sandwich and it is the worst sandwich I ever did. I'm sorry, Mom."
"Mom, come inside and wipe my butt! Evan says it has brown on it!"
"Mom, hurry and come in and watch this part of the show."
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" (from Lily, when she managed to get the door part-way open and fell out into the snow.)
"I want to come HELP!"

So, yeah, a pretty quiet morning, all in all.

'bout time. 'bout time.

I took the kids on a crazy road trip this summer and the question I was most frequently asked by the family and friends I visited, besides "How are you not going crazy?", was "Are you ever going to start blogging again?". And because I promised people that I love that I would start blogging again, I'm reopening the story of my life. This time, because I know only seven people read this, I'm just going to use our real names. I'll include real stories from our really boring life. I will post pictures of my really adorable children. Here we go.