Sisters

I love that my little girls have sisters. I grew up with four older, awful, horrible brothers that beat up my stuffed animals and later my boyfriends. They would take apart my big-wheel and later my Bronco II. One time my parents went out of town for a week. They stocked the house with food for the week for me (I was the only one left at home at the time). My brothers came over and ate all the food. I lived off a box of poptarts for the whole week. I still can't eat those things. They remind me of a time when I nearly starved to death.

I like my brothers just fine, but am super excited about the sister situation. See... look how much fun they have.

This is what I do while Tyler is at work. He doesn't like this flower headband. He says it looks ridiculous, but I think it is SO cute.
Speaking of ridiculous... I think this guy is ridiculous. Our cat jumps everywhere. This is him lounging on top of the wall that separates the stairwell from the garage entrance.