one little 3 year old in about 3 seconds can create 30 minutes of work
as you can tell by the hanging too low bed, it’s made for wren – not wren and sunny. sunny justified, “i wanna talk to her!”
wren waited patiently for clint and i as we met an amish about cabinets at the new house.
unfortunately, that was about the only thing that was smooth sailing.
i was late getting to the house; i opened the door, grab sunny to carry her in and promptly fell flat – hello sore knees and a screaming child – but i try and paste a smile on and seemingly have my act together. we walk in the door – wren blows out. i dig a piece of cardboard out of the trash and change her diaper on that.
the boys are running in circles in snow boots – clump, clump clump – extremely loud
sunny has to go stinky – load all the kiddos back up and quickly drive to grandma kay’s for a potty break.
hallelujah, grandma kay said they could stay until clint and i finish up
i will survive
bowling with the boys
after hearing that two of my good friends (hello jessica and rachel ) feed their kiddos a very healthy breakfast of raisin bran cereal, and their kiddos love it, i take the plunge. i’m determined to “healthily” my family.
hudson – “it taste like….nothing”
i hear quit sounds at the table and come out to an overflowing bowl of cereal and a wrinkled nose sunny – “i don’ likka it”