Three day weekends confuse me. I forgot it’s Monday at least 5 times today. Wait, is it Monday?
Sunday:
My children got up so early I saw the sunrise. At least it was beautiful?
This adorable moment photobombed by a nose-picker
Neck floatie of torture is still enjoyed
Monday:
Singing a snow song
Making calls on her shell phone
This is not a baby blanket but the baby does not care
Tuesday:
He’s skeptical at my decision to go “a little lighter” at my hair appointment
Best color
Grocery shopping helper
Wednesday:
OH SISTERS
I was doing SO WELL not buying things…and then I stopped
There has been a lot of this recently (MAYBE BECAUSE SHE KEEPS GETTING UP AT 5 AM)
Thursday:
We’re getting really good at this
But this is still the only place he will nap.
Angry Birds helps him wait his turn
Friday:
THESE ARE NOT ALL MINE DON’T FREAK OUT. It was a babywearing playdate.
The color of the wrap = the color of his eyes
Baby friend chat!!
Saturday:
Post-dance sticker goes on your head, obviously
DID SOMEONE SAY NURSIES????
A lady at the grocery store threatened to steal him. I don’t blame her.
I an very much enjoying our day off today and not really looking forward to the rest of the week where we all have to get up and DO STUFF. Not doing stuff is so much easier. Especially in January. Blech.