I spent 3 hours and $900 on my minivan today, and if anyone had ever told me that would be my life 10 years ago I would have died.

Sunday:

Chalk markers changed my life.

She will literally sleep on any flat surface.

Bunk bed building buddies

Monday:

Good bye, see ya, I’m done here.

Matching princesses

My goal for Monday was to clean the new shared room. This was after THREE HOURS. We own too. Much. Stuff.

Tuesday:

Everyday I’m scooterin’

SO CLOSE TO SPRING. WE WERE SO CLOSE.

Peek-a-boo princess

Wednesday:

Hugging a beach ball

Hugging a different beach ball

Learning to dive is his MISSION IN LIFE

Thursday:

Go $#%& yourself, Winter

Birthday balloon update: Still mostly floating after 3 months.

Thursdays are exhausting

Friday:

Dress up and glitter slime playdate

Showing off the muscles he grew when he ate his whole sandwich

Saturday:

Warm up moves

She thinks having a blue tongue is the most AMAZING thing ever

Handsome

ONCE nice day this week and I’m ruined. I’ve lost my ability to handle the cold at all. I’m like a snake that shed its winter skin and all I can do is think about how nice and warm I would be if I lived in Florida or California or Hawaii.

Although right now I will accept 2 more weeks of cold as long as we can have beautiful, warm, sunny weather for Evan’s 5th birthday. The world of “these are your friends because I like their moms” and “these are my friends because I go to school with them” collided, and my guest list is a little out of control. Mostly that’s exciting, since this might be the first party Evan REALLY remembers and it’s going to be super fun. But also having all those people trapped in my house instead of using the porch/patio is going to be…well, horrible. It would be horrible.

Fingers crossed.

People ask me that all the time. I smile and say “No, they’re just best friends.”

Last night I brought them to a meeting and left them in the rec area with instructions to take care of each other. After about half an hour I heard them both crying so I ran out to check – apparently one of the older girls (she was maybe 7?) had gotten concerned with how rough my kids were playing and picked Caroline up to move her away. Both gingers started SOBBING and Evan told me “That mean girl took my baby sister away!” I had to let them come into the meeting and play cars under the table to reassure them no one would try to break them up again.