It's late and I'm sorry if none of this makes sense

But I have even less time to write in my blog now than I did before.  Last week our front desk notified us that her last day would be yesterday (February 15) because she's going to be a massage therapist on a 3 month cruise to the arctic.  So, I am now in the office full time pretending I know what I'm doing.  I'm scared to death...and busy like you can't believe.

My favorite thing to watch when I wake up Sunday morning and can lay in bed a while are the blue jays here.  

Their bright vibrant color against the white snow is breathtaking.  I tried to capture a picture of one but they kept sensing my movements and flying away.

Jordan's wrestling has started.  This was taken at his first tournament of the season.

 He's about to get pinned.  He got pinned three times in a row that day.  This is how Brad looked each time he got pinned:

Needless to say his performance has improved quite a bit.  I think he's about even with wins and losses now which is saying a lot since he's only had a couple tournaments and a match and he started out with 4 straight losses.  In the first match of the second tournament he actually showed up with his head in the game and proceeded to beat the tar out of some poor kid throughout the first and second period until the referee called the match in favor of the other boy due to multiple technicals because he was being so aggressive and using illegal moves that he made up as he went.  Sadly the coach had to straighten him out later and inform him that if he had calmed down a bit and listened to instruction he would have won that match.  But at least it broke his loosing streak.

With the time I am spending at the office, the house is being neglected.  Tonight I was trying to pick up some when I stumbled into Ben's and Riley's room and first found this:

Cards everywhere.  And a tipped over lamp, toys, clothes and a fort.  Their bedroom was supposed to be clean and I'm feeling a little upset.  I tiptoe over to take Riley to the bathroom, only he's not in his bed.  I look in the fort and find this:

And all my anger leaves me.  

Oh, and at the bottom of the bed, another surprise.

I don't know how he can sleep like that with his brothers kicking him all through the night, but if anyone can do it Jake can.  He seems to be able to fall asleep anytime, anywhere.  Just earlier this week Brad was waiting for him to put on his snow clothes to go sledding.  After several minutes of hearing nothing from Jake we went in search of him and found him sprawled on the floor like this:

If that's comfortable, four little kicking feet should be no problem, right?