A day's end

My mother has always wanted to write a book about life, about our family. It got me thnking, not too hard of course, that with this blog it could be my diary. Maybe a cataloge of events that I can grab bits and pieces from to create a best seller. Best seller might be grasping at straws, although I remember being taught "go for the impossible, sometimes it's within your reach." I do love all the old sayings and phrases my parents use. For instance here are a few that Matt laughs at were I come up with these. Cotton pickin kids, duck butter (the goop in the corner of your eyes). Now you know that we really are crazy and silly. You may be thinking were in the world would have someone come up with that ridiculous saying. I don't know, niether does anyone in the family. It makes me smile from ear to ear just to remence over child hood memories. Life is all about creating memories because when you are old and gray thats all we will have left. All the possesions and riches the world can not compare to the happiness, dissapointment or sadness we have experienced. You are probally thinking why sadness or disappointment, all these things make up who we are. I can not help contiplating that without sadness true happiness couldn't be truely apperciated. Am I on the wrong track?

Well my time is now up. Izzy is awake and wanting food, Sami is now wide eyed and bushy tailed, wanting breakfast. I rolled out of bed at 6am wanting a little time for myself, drink a cup of joe and blog. Ok so I don't get out of bed for only myself, Izzy of course woke up for feeding. Really have to sign off now, Sami is demanding peanut butter and jelly for breakfast. These girls don't have much patience when they are hungry.