Happy Birthday to ME!

Go me...it's my birthday
Go me...it's my birthday

I am doing...NOTHING for my birthday. Nothing. We are watching tv all day and sitting in our jammies. The only thing productive I will do today is make myself a cake, and some of my homemade bread. I think I will let Clint cook dinner. He can do that I think. He can clean it all up, too.

I am going to order some chicks with my "birthday" money. But that is a whole nother post.

Ozzy can crawl?

Ok, we will just say he can move on his own. He is not crawling in the traditional sense of the word at all. He scoots, on his ass. He goes all over the place like this. It is hilarious to watch. The older 3 are right pissed that he can now get all up in their business. A strict floor cleaning regiment has been put into action. I forgot how they can find any single little thing laying about. Let the games begin!

Corb makes a funny

Driving home from my parents one night last week Clint was trying to get Corb to do "Knock Knock" jokes. He kept saying "Knock Knock". Corb ignored him. After 5 attempts Corb finally yells "No one is home!!!"