regardless of how far i’ve fallen from the pre-children “my child will never wear that in public” class, this hat was not going to go to church with us. ( thank you, thank you cousin klayton for so generously sharing such a priceless item with my boys )
boys and their muscles (and a sunny wann-a-be)
cline – “i’m practicing so i can carry wren”
i have to run to the house and talk with one of the workers, so i load up the kiddos and drive out to the new house and park, leaving them in the van listening to christmas music.
within a minute, my dressed-by themselves kiddos come prancing out with coat snapped wrong, yogurt on the mouth(s) and an all pink (soon to be mud covered) outfit. oh humility, you are much funner to read about than experience.
sunny – “i like pink!”
the logic of a 5 year old:
“i like them……………..’cause they’re not too hot”
laying down on the couch at 9:00 am so that he won’t have to take a nap later….
wearing just one sock for half the day (because “someone” stood to close to the toilet while someone else was peeing….ah, life with boys)
commandeering my shoe to be a “monopod” (thank-you Chronicles of Narnia)
i think the army men are in trouble
tramping through the snow on the way to her first get-together with her sunday school classmates – a hit
class picture – definitely not a hit
party hat – another hit
sunny’s expression mirrors mine at some point during the past days as we’ve been adjusting to life with a 4 week old foster baby.
i’ve learned that you can nurse a baby in one arm while bottle feeding a baby with the other….that you can hold two babies at the same time….three cribs in a room can work…..that the couch may be the most peaceful spot to sleep for the night (for clint that is)….and that two babies crying at the same time can tend to raise your blood pressure.
you mothers of twins out there have my growing respect!