hey! How did I miss THAT?

That last one was my 200th post!

Don't I get money or an award now? Oh, but the famous Nester HERSELF left me a comment this morning and I was relieved to see that it did NOT involve getting a restraining order. I guess that can count as my gift.
Unless all 7 of you want to get on here and comment. Feel free to just make stuff up, and try to convey just how big an influence I am in your daily life with all this here blog stuff.

oh and after 200 posts I have learned one little thing. That posts without pictures are really boring.

Here is one of Caleb, eating breakfast this morning. Neither he (nor? or?) Sam (and him?) ah who cares?!! Perhaps teaching the boys will leak proper grammar rules into my own brain eventually. Anne, how can you even stand reading my hillbilly writing?!

So the little guys won't keep pajamas on. Friends say our boys are "so well-behaved" and "such little gentleman" but here's the secret. They are thoroughly threatened before being in public. At home the proof of their true wild natures is constant. Like not wearing pjs. Why?! I would never risk that brave firefighter rushing in to save me, only to have him unable to carry me through the flames, what with him all doubled up and laughing. The children don't have this fear. So they act as if pajamas are civilized society itself, bent on taming them and if they bend their wills to THIS well, suits and ties on a Saturday are next. So I have purchased "cool" pajamas, with characters on them and bright colors and they get excited and wear them 2-3 nights before tossing them aside. In the freezing winter they will condescend to wear bottoms, at least. But in the Summer it's underwear only. When we have overnight guests or travel they have to wear pjs and then they complain like it's made of burlap and wire and not Hanes 100% cotton. But "ya gotta pick the hill you're willing to die on" (best marriage/parenting advice ever), so fine. undies it is.

But EVERYDAY we do the same morning routine.

Sam and Caleb come to breakfast with a blanket wrapped around them.

They start shivering and saying "it's sooo cold, Mom."

and EVERYDAY I say "If you wore pajamas and a robe it wouldn't be."

and then they quietly ignore me and eat their Rice Krispies.