Happy Birthday to the makers of my stretch marks! We love these two so very much. They are such a delightfully playful couple of crack -ups. They are the worst offenders of yelling “Mom! Help! MOOOOOOOM!” but acting surprised when I come running. “oh. not you. The mom giraffe is who we were talking to.”
As I rather speedily write this, I hear Chloe yelling “Baby Moses!!!” and Titus is just talking and singing about chicken on the bone. As for the birthday gifts? Chloe is looking for something girlie. Titus asked for a real sword. The kind that would make blood. However, he promised in advance to not wiggle it around anyone in the family. Just practice by himself in the basement. I don’t think he will be too disappointed with the nerf gun.