Journal of the Week

VeeVee still has only four teeth. All of our other kids had eight by their first birthdays and she is now 15 months old. She's really taken her time on everything. The other girls all got pig tails by their first birthdays. Not Vee, she just got her first spike pony this week.

I have determined that it doesn't matter how many waffles I make, they will always finish the whole pile. Kiki is a big factor in this. She likes to announce what number she's on every time she takes another one. "This is my FIFTH waffle" etc. She can get that number pretty high.
MoMo announced with great enthusiasm that she had learned how to "climb" a tree. This was cute, but not as cute as her tights, pink boots, plaid shorts, and striped shirt. She's awesome. I love five.
I learned that if you drop your phone in the toilet it will start behaving strangely. Chris let me stay home and cook dinner while he drove Kai to spend the night at her other house. While I was cooking dinner, in a house all alone, tv off, perfectly silent, the phone started dialing its self. It was behind me on the counter and the worst chill went up my spine. I'm a tad paranoid as it is, so I thought all of my frequent, irrational fears were coming true and someone was standing right behind me holding the phone so that I couldn't call 911 in one hand and a huge knife in the other. Once I got ahold of myself I turned around and figured out that it was the toilet phone and there was a short or something. It did keep dialing itself for hours. Always just 4's. I wonder if it's a message from the toilet people. The same toilet people that I believed were going to come up and grab my bare behind when I was a child sitting on the toilet.