March Madness is in the air. (It's making my asthma worse.)

Hoho, just kidding.

I loooove filling out my bracket. Steve even did the dishes tonight, and when I told him he didn't need to do them, that I could wash them, he said, "I want to wash them. Now go fill out your bracket. It's on the table." If Steve is washing the dishes, then he means business.

This year we celebrated the "Filling out of the Brackets" with chocolate cake.

Even Noelle had to fill one out. Steve accomplishes this by asking Noelle which of the two teams she thinks will win, and she usually picks one and then he writes it down. At first she wasn't cooperating.

He said, "Noelle, who's going to win: Kansas or Lehigh?"

She said, "Chocolate."

He repeated, "Noelle: Kansas or Lehigh?"

"Umm.......Chocolate."

So he wrote it down.

Finally, she caught on. Steve was able to manipulate her choice for all of the teams, but two. In the end she was determined to get those two teams to the finals: Temple and Butler.

Temple because, well, I guess she's more influenced by that picture of the temple in our upstairs hallway than I realized. And Butler...because that is the last name of her primary teacher.