So, I guess we are doing something right.

I know, I know.  Y'all thought I went off and shut down this blog, didn't you?  It's just that my world of sleep deprivation, diaper changes, and teething is not particularly interesting to me, so I don't feel the need to bore all of you to death with it, too.  That's not saying that I'm not still keeping up with all of you, though.  I read all of y'all's blogs like my life depends on it.  But my lack of commenting probably doesn't prove that too well.  (It's hard to type when you're holding a sleeping 26 pound 9 month old.  Oh yeah. 26 POUNDS!  Girlfriend has got to learn to walk and SOON or my tired, old back is going to give up the ghost.)

So, here is Miss Priss:

(Sorry for the blurry picture.  It's hard to hold 26 pounds steady in one arm, take a picture, and still get to church on time.)  She's teething like crazy, eating everything we offer her, and sleeping through the night occasionally when it suits her...which isn't nearly often enough for me.

Luke is doing great in school.  He just finished basketball season.  He's becoming quite the ladies' man.  He told me just the other day that he has a girlfriend and a back-up girlfriend, just in case.  Here's what makes my heart sing, though:
He loves God so much!  It makes me so proud!  (In case you can't read that, it says, "What do you believe?"  Luke wrote, "The 2,134 pages of my bible, God, and Jesus.")

Emma is doing great in school.  She's OBSESSED with the "Warriors" books, which is a series about cats and their clans and their battles and apprentices and warrior names and OHMYWORD, there's a lot of those books...and I'm not a cat person.  Suddenly, she IS a cat person, so we have something else to disagree about.  *SIGH*  Anyhow, look how grown-up and beautiful she is:

This was taken Friday, after she and I got some serious haircuts.  That was the first fun, nice thing I've done for myself since I can't remember when.  No more ponytails or clippy-up-dos for me. 

One more shot of Prissy McPrisserson before I go and don't blog for the next six blue moons:

Sweet baby has got more rolls than Pillsbury ever thought about.  Love 'em all!

Well, she has abandoned her video and found me sitting in the next room.  She booked it in here on the crawl express and is trying to eat my iPhone cord, so I'll take off.