I'd prefer to keep my head.

My boys recieved awesome dry erase boards from a recent BBQ/birthday party with friends. They have spent COUNTLESS hours playing pictionary with these babies... there's nothing like seeing your kids draw, laugh and scream at each other over a homemade game. They also use it for secret messages. On my way out the door on a crazy Easter morning, I passed this sign hanging on the banister:

(meet me on the tramp after we change out of our church clothes. from Luke)

I thought it was particularly cute because all three boys are usually changing out of their clothes together after church. You would think it would be just as easy to tell your brothers face to face that you want to jump on the trampoline after church...? Is it wrong that we let our kids jump on Sunday? probably, but we have a good time living in sin.

Last weekend while shopping as a family at Kohl's, Zack pointed to two mannequins and said, "Hey look! Two girls without heads! I should probably marry one of them!" It was hilarious - especially hearing the way he said it, as if he had just landed on a goldmine or something- but the conversation that followed was even more entertaining and... insulting. My boys literally went on for 20 minutes about how COOL it would be to marry a girl without a head. First reason being: they wouldn't have to kiss her. That was followed by a long list of insolent remarks about women... she wouldn't EVER ask you to do anything, she couldn't complain about you stinking because she couldn't smell, she wouldn't roll her eyes or be mad, she couldn't see you do anything wrong, she couldn't BREATH or THINK or ARGUE or TALK... these are what I can remember off the top of my head, but the list was much longer. When we finally met up with Daddy, the boys started again-- telling Dad how cool it would be to marry a girl without a head. Instead of sticking up for his wife (& all women in the universe) Daddy replied, "Sounds pretty awesome to me." I told them all to be careful... if they're allowed to get rid of a body part, their wives should be allowed to chop off one of theirs. And we won't need a head to use a knife.

Forgive me for speaking so violently. I love men, especially mine. I literally have been on my death bed the past 48 hours. The only time I got out of bed yesterday was to walk to the toilet. I am 16 weeks pregnant and think I should be done with this nonsense. The things we do for a baby!! Aaron has literally waited on me and my children hand and foot. He went back to work this morning and we are all missing him dearly. Which is exactly why I've called him four times in the past hour, "Are you homesick for me yet?" If I didn't have a head, he would miss me calling him, of this I am sure.

That's all I've got for today, folks. Headed back to bed for a minute.