You Put The Lime In The...

A few nights ago we got to meet Ash's BFF's new little sister. Her due date was about a week and a half before Leni's but, well, you know the story. So, while we were reveling in some adult conversation over our first margaritas in oh, about 9 months, the 3 year old boys could be faintly heard giggling in the room down the hall while they occupied themselves trashing O's room playing peacefully and the newbie girls hung out in their respective vibrating and/or oscillating contraptions. The kind that go through 17 of the rarest sized batteries on Earth every week but you'll happily hunt down and pay for because you secretly wish you had your own vibrating oscillating contraption and can't fathom the thought of depriving your infant of one as long as it's still legal and hasn't yet become a denied right for infants under the Defense of Marriage Act...

Anyhow.

So we're sitting there and it suddenly occurs to each of us at nearly the exact same moment that our children are the the freaking bomb. OK, maybe we'd had this thought to ourselves before but at this particular moment is was just so ridiculously BLINKING IN NEON LIGHTS kind of clear. So naturally the conversation moved to cloning.

The result?

We narrowed down all potential causes for such uncanny fortune (via the most scientific of methods, of course) to...

Disney and Bud Light Lime.

Why?

Because that's where and what we were all doing in the weeks leading up to celestial alignment that delivered us two of the chillest baby girls ever.

And then the weekend continued and we celebrated Christmas in August (complete with a gift for each and an evening of The Grinch and several rousing rounds of Hungry Hungry Hippo), a Sunday stocked with farm visits and berry picking, and well...

I'll be toasting The Universe tonight with a Bud Light Lime.