mother of the year

It's been brought to my attention that, judging by recent posts, I only have a daughter and no sons.

Ack.

Here's a shot of the boys on SuperBowl Sunday, when I allowed them to drink Pepsi and eat caramel corn, cream puffs, chips/cheese and (sugar-free, yay me) Jello for supper. They may or may not have ingested ham sandwiches and veggies. I put those things on the table anyway.

They're doing great. Eric is prepping for big 2nd grade play in a few weeks ... "Dinomotion" - in which he was going to be a "really cool meat eater" and is now "a really lame girly leaf eater." He still signs "I love you' every morning upon getting dropped off at school. (Can't actually say it, somebody might hear.)

Colton is rockin' the 4.0s and accelerated everything in middle school, and still talks about attending MIT nearly every day. He also dug and slept in his own snow cave a few weeks ago (Boy Scouts = insanity) - and can theoretically beat nearly any Wii game known to man within days. Although there's no way we'll ever let him test his theory.