Mitchell Family

I'm a ball of hormonal emotion right now with enough testosterone coursing through my blood to give any rabid, male, football hooligan a run for his money. One of the perks of growing a boy child in my belly. So it stands to reason that I really don't know what to expect from myself when I wake up in the morning when it comes to 'handling things'. But one thing I know for certain is, I am so lucky that I get to wake up and see kids like this:

Those are Siobhan's feet...at the dinner table...like ya do.

Audrey fishing at Strawberry Reservoir on Uncle Ron's boat. We almost caught something. She had more fun watching the digital fish finder. But really, wouldn't you if you were 3....or 26?

Mr. Will last night after having a bunch of avocado and a hostess berry pie. I think I should submit the pic for a cutest baby contest.