My parents did it. They got what they call a "vanity plate". And they love it! And I love it! But then Daddy will get randomly self conscious. I mean, don't we all question what a vanity plate means to the people who have them? Not everyone knows that the NAME of our car is "Mozzy". Get it? He looks like a wedge of mozzarella! Ah regardless we are most proud of the big "U" in a world filled with "Y"s.
And on an unrelated note, we just had to show off a picture of Colt with his eyes open. Carter proves much more difficult to get wide eyed and alert. They both are just so tiny still! Not quite 5 lbs!!!
And an addendum to our last post. Cara and I have become obsessed with killing a chicken. One day while driving to preschool I asked Mommy how a real chicken became a food chicken and she told me. They cut off the chicken's head and remove all the feathers and most of the time the skin and now Cara and I spend our drives dividing up the chores. We all take turns getting to cut off the chicken's head and then get all the feathers off. Mommy says "Ewwww" a lot.
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