My dad (as evidenced by the comment left here) is reading my weblog now after finally making his way over here. Say hi to my dad everyone. “Hi Sherry’s Dad!”

Since he and my mom were looking at a bunch of pictures, here are a few more to look at, taken recently, such as this one where Hayley and Breanna were sitting on the bed singing – Hayley was singing “Hush little baby” and Breanna was singing “Ohhhhhahhhhhh”. They got pretty loud. Future duet?

Hayley got a Dora doll for her birthday and she came with this dog. Breanna loves to chew on his ears, but unfortunately she can’t be unsupervised with it because he has a fairly pointy tail that would be perfect for poking herself in the eye. Alas.

Getting up at FIVE IN THE MORNING makes you pretty mellow.

Getting up that early also makes you feel like resting on the running dryer.

How to get turned into a pile of mush.

Breanna is all prepped to watch a good documentary but Hayley’s bogarting the remote again.

Who needs to suck a thumb when you have a whole fist at your disposal? (Yes, teething has begun. Yes, she’s only three months old. But eveyrone thought I was crazy for thinking that with Hayley and at four months she had two teeth. Trust me. Breebles is teething.)

I must have done something right in a past life.

(Oh, and for my Mom, the house thing starts over here!)