Updates, anyone? 

Izzy walks and is extremely bowlegged. We will miss her faster-than-a-spider-with-her-bottom-in-the-air-crawl. It made her famous in our ward, and we've already had several people comment on how sad they are that she's walking. Here's her little bowleggedness. Standing on top of our fireplace. Guess who put her there. She's in that horrible phase where she pulls things out of cupboards all day long. It makes me want to cry every time I think about it.

Avery. What can I say about her other than she's crazy? She likes to play "Matt and Keri" after our friends the Jensens. She and Rylee fight over who gets to be Keri; they always make a doll be "Jack" (Matt and Keri's son). She's finally sleeping through the night and past 6:30 am. Life is good.

Rylee has made great strides from the little girl who started ripping out her own hair to show me how mad she was just a few months ago. I still get uninvited from her birthday party along with everyone else and told I can't give her a present when she's mad, but she's really gotten better with her moods. She's taking the being "fancy" thing to new levels and loves to help me clean. It's so great being able to tell her to go get dressed. And she does. Or go clean your room. And she does. Or go make your bed. And she does. Or put all the shoes in the shoe basket. And she does. I could go on, but you get the gist. It's like one of the loads I've been carrying has been lightened.