Friday, January 09, 2009

No Country For Old Men

I've sat down to update our blog about 4 times since the last post. Each time, the boys squabbled over a toy, Liza spit out her pacifier, Micah asked me to open the door on a toy that has a door, Liza spit out her pacifier again, Silas needed his pants buttoned and zipped, the phone rang, Micah asked me to open the door on a toy that has a door again, Liza needed to eat, Liza needed help going back to sleep, Micah bit Silas, Silas pushed Micah into a wall, Joel came home, a friend brought us supper and wanted to meet Liza, Liza needed help going back to sleep again after meeting the friend, Liza spit out her pacifier...and now I need to help put train tracks together. 

I guess you're pretty  much updated on life over here.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I can hear Micah's "help me" with the door.

The kids won't remember each act, but they'll know their mama loves them. Keep up the good (but tiring!) parenting!

Pops

Anonymous said...

Alice, your just such a great writer. I wish i could be there with you. today Emily Laura Katie Mom and I all went to the grocerary store and i felt like we were in Little Rock because thats usually the only time we have family grocery store trips! I love you.
Love Sara