One more post and I'll smoosh a few pictures, including my new haircut.

Kylie was asking Mike about how she was supposed to choose a husband, and how he chose me. He said a few things and she said, "and she had good eggs." We'd just watched March of the Penguins (kids and Mike watched, I zoned mostly out) and Mike was wondering if she'd picked that up, or if I'd had "the talk" with her. He was like we'll have to ask mommy, because he didn't know what to say. It took me a few minutes, but then I remembered Mike jokes he married me after eating scrambled eggs I cooked for him, because he'd never had eggs so good. I thought it was funny, so I'll share, even if none of us will look at scrambled eggs the same way again.

Kylie wanted a littlest pet shop cake, so I made this cake. Sometimes you have a picture in your mind and it turns out crappy, but this actually turned out cuter than I expected. My little girl is so old--what does that make me?