About the post below, just so you guys know, I have nothing but respect for people who can pull this off; I’m simply saying that I couldn’t. And I really think it’s great that the older kids are learning so much responsibility by helping with their younger siblings! I have heard comments that children should be able to be children and not worry about their siblings, but I think the most important thing we can teach our children is to love and serve one another, and these guys are being raised in a situation where they live that every day. Very cool.

Jonas got a stomach bug last night. He went from bouncing off the walls to huddled on the floor in his bath towel to throwing up in about three minutes. He then spent six hours totally miserable, and couldn’t keep anything down. The great thing about Jonas is that he is now old enough to puke in the toilet most of the time, which makes the stomach flu a lot easier on the mother. As he was hunched over the toilet retching yesterday I was struck by how old he is, how tall and how smart. Something about being able to barf independently ages you I guess. Today he is all better and back to the bouncing.

I am mad at the Quickutz company. Why? Because in the past year they haven’t released anything I loved enough to where I really, really wanted it and then all in the past three months they start throwing out tons of new products that make my mouth water and the scrapper in me throw myself on the floor and tantrum like a two year old because I’m broke. This being said, if anyone out there would like to buy my Katie font, I’m selling the uppercase for $80. The money from that (if it ever sells) and the up and coming mini books I have ready to throw on ebay will be put towards this gorgeous font. My birthday is next month, so if I am lucky it will be my present to me.

I have been listening to Christmas music today because I am making some holiday paper crafts and needed to get in the mood. I’m all Bing Crosby-ed out now and somewhere in this house my Barry Manilow Christmas Cd is hiding. . .ho ho ho. If I’m lucky I’ll find it.

Ok, I just read this.

And I am crossing my legs and shivering.

Far be it to me to comment on another family’s size, but holy cow! I couldn’t do that. Just couldn’t. Two are spanking my butt and making me cry like a little girl. Sixteen, aside from resulting in having absolutely no bladder control left whatsoever, would kill me.