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Sometimes it gets really quite in my house. It's amazing after two little screamers refuse to sleep. Chris and I will go check on them later and make sure they're warm and cozy in their little baby beds and we laugh at the latest position Zuri has wiggled her way into with her piles of blankets and stuffed animals all around her.

I just can't believe sometimes I have kids. It's incredible, and exhausting sometimes, but mostly just incredible. They are happy, tough little munchkins. They are my happy place.

Here and there.

First off, I'm loving the show Downton Abbey. Oh man, that's some good stuff. Thanks for those who recommended it to me. I feel like my mind thinks in a British accent after I watch it.

It's funny, there are a few things I've been thinking a lot of lately that our cousin, Ashley, posted just the other day. Such as:

Instagram. It's so great. I feel all fancy and artsy for not needing to be artsy about it at all.

Second, the news. I can't watch/listen to it at all. I never really was a fan of it. I know it's important to know what's going on in the local community and the world, but all these terrible stories about how evil people are, to kids especially, just makes me furious and I hate people for it. I'm serious. I get full of disgust and anger followed by a large desire to just cry. I just don't need that in my mind.

Off that topic.

Then we have this little guy. We had to shave him last week due to his ability to get fleas so dang easy. He's better now just constantly cold and burrowing into blankets.

Dot got her first tooth the other day. She's scooting in 180's. I had been waiting to get her ears pierced until she could sit up pretty good. Which means she got them pierced last night. She was not happy with me. She's much better this morning and looks like a little lady.