The Seven of Us

Well, for a few years I've beep preping the kids to stay home alone. We've made lists of important phone numbers. Taylor took a Safe Sitter class. I talk with the kids about "what-if" scenarios. Caleb took a mini first-aid class. I've tried to make sure everyone over age 8 knows how to change a diaper (theoretically speaking). Today the girls were telling me interesting stories about the last time I left Caleb in charge. (That means I give Caleb responsibilities but Taylor is here, I have my phone, and Kenna is taking notes to give me a report worthy of a NY Times columnist before I actually get in the door.It's not that I don't trust him; I'm a realist.) Anyway, things went like this on Caleb's "trial run": Caleb (mumbling to Isaac as he heads downstairs to play a video game): "If you get hurt, just yell down through the heater vent. Yell REALLy loud, okay?" Caleb (coaxing Corbin as he fixes himself a snack): "Corbs,...

Well, I am learning how to do pictures, so bear with me. THis is one I needed to include. Since most of you don't see us very much, this will help you understand how Corbin has MORPHED into a Climbing Machine. He really loves the sink and water; fortunately he's only climbed in once. Do you like his cheesy grin?

Hey everyone, Just thought I would see how this blog stuff works. Scrapbooking isn't happenign anymore, so I guess I'll just print this! Gosh, that would be a lot of paper. I think saving it as a file sounds better. This morning we had some plumbing done. YEah! Sometime soon we'll get started on the (hole-in-the-wall) bathroom. I'm tired of the kids' stuff all over mine. Hope all is good for ya'll.