Congratulation to the Barnet family! Total awesomeness.

In other news, there was just a big(gish) earthquake. News services are reporting that it was a crackling 3.8. I thought the parking lot would open up and swallow my car, but fortunately that did not happen.

Chase has a cold. I'm not sure where he got it from, but he's been a little bit sick. We're anxiously awaiting the coming sickness of the babies - I'm sure it's only a matter of time.

Mason now has two teeth. Jaxon has none. Jaxon is starting to jabber but Mason does not. Both babies are extremely proficient at rolling around the floor and maneuvering. Both babies are on the cusp of crawling - they both do a kind of strange lunging, twisting motion in order to get something they want. They are also becoming fairly good at holding their bottles, which is very nice; however, they both are outgrowing the bottle and are wanting more and more food. Jaxon used to choke down Cheerios reluctantly, but now shoves them in his mouth as fast as possible as if it's the last time he'll ever eat.

Soooo, the family is doing well and we're all plugging along.

Now, on to American Idol. How awesome is this season? It's almost as if America is reading my mind and collectively working to make my dreams come true. I was really glad that Carly Smithson didn't go home last week. Last week was the first time she performed with a long-sleeved shirt. I was afraid that if she went home last week she would think it was because she didn't display that atrocious monstrosity on her arm while performing. In fact, covering that thing up was probably what kept her on for one more week. But now she's gone.

I really hope (and I think there's an excellent chance) that Jason Castro will go home next week. If it's not Jason then it will probably be Syesha Mercado. I think her time is just about up. From there I'm hoping for a Michael Johns-style shocker for David Cook.