Emy, Emy, Emy...

It became very clear to me today that my daughters are beginning to learn life's valuable lessons from the beloved "Brady Bunch". They are mostly intrigued with the three Brady girls- Marcia, Jan, and Cindy.

This morning Emily was brushing her hair and said to Katelyn, "If boys don't find you attractive, don't blame it on me..."

While I found this funny, I realize that I find pretty much everything Emily says funny. The girl has a way with words, and there's something about her voice that is very endearing. I can't quite put my finger on what it is. People in public smile and snicker at her when she talks. She is very good at getting out of trouble with her sweet little voice box. I could listen to her talk all day. And that is a good thing, since she gives me no choice.

Clean Much?

The other day, the clutter in the kitchen and living room was beginning to get under my skin. After devoting some time to scrubbing and vacuuming, I felt oodles better. Apparently I wasn't the only one who noticed the spiffy space. Katelyn came upstairs, took a look around, and became very excited.

"Is Grandma coming over?" she squealed.

"No," I replied.

"But it's so... clean!"

Enter Emily into the kitchen. She raced through the living room, seeming to enjoy not tripping over mounds of toys and blankets that had recently covered the floor. "Mom, who's comin over to see us?"

"Nobody," I answered. "No one is coming over."

An hour later, Eric came home from work. He took off his jacket and glanced around cautiously. "Are we having guests?" he asked. I shook my head. "Have you HAD guests?" was his next question. I assured him that there had been no company and that I was not expecting company. He continued to eye me suspiciously.

I think it would be in my family's best interests if I hired a housekeeper.