superfluous organization

We now have five calendars going.  Patrick has his palm gadget, I have my pocket calendar, we have ical AND the palm program on the computer (which I don't like, but Patrick uploads his palm to), and we have a dry erase on the wall.  This is insane.  Why can't anyone make one palm that automatically syncs with a monitor on your kitchen wall, your computer calendar, and the palm in your spouse's pocket?  If I knew how, I would invent this.  Benjamin Strautin, where are you when we need you?  This sounds like a job for you.

A couple of days ago, I was in the kitchen making lunch, and Henry and Ceci were in the living room putting a puzzle together and singing.  This is what I hear, "God is good, all the t-t-t-time..."  I started cracking up.  Why is this even funny, you ask?  God is good, is he not?  Well, the super cheesy VBS cd we have, the one with "Saddle Up Your Horses," also has, "God is Good," or whatever the name of it is, but it is scratched, so the cd skips on that line and says "all the t-t-time."  So, naturally, my kids sing it that way.  I found it funny.  You may not.

Either way, we can all agree that my children are ridiculous.

Here is further proof...

This is my enormous son in some cute jammies that all three of my kids have worn.  Of course, Henry and Ceci wore these when they were, oh, 7 months old.  

Here is the cowgirl looking too cute for words...