This happens at my house a lot.
My mom sent me this picture this week. It proves two things:
1. I have always had a book in my hand.
2. I have always had crazy hair.
We are about to switch the kids' rooms. The girl kid has the big room and the boys share a small room. In order to swap them, we have to paint them.
These were the middle kid's choices for his room color.
Um. No.
These are my choices for the girl's room and for the boy's room.
It's my house, so I win.
The middle kid and I had a date. He chose Waffle House.
I was so proud.
And why do they now have calorie information on their menu?
No one needs to know how many calories they are eating when they are at Waffle House.
This was too fun to pass up.
(The baby kid was terrified and scurried across as quick as lightning. Wouldn't even stop for the picture.)
This is the best stuff ever. You should go get your own.
Found this picture of the baby kid on an old phone.
I may or may not miss these days.
I still haven't forgotten that he tried to kill me during these years.
But, gosh. He was cute.
The girl kid went to the beach with her grandmother.
I probably wasn't okay with that.
See?
She, on the other hand, appears to be fine with it.
(She did call me homesick. That made me feel better.)
A kitten's favorite game.
Most of my summer reading list.
(non-school related, that is)
The boys played basketball after we ate outside on our first sisterless night.
Muzzy and I hung out and watched.
I must have been pretty boring. She fell right to sleep.
The "give the kittens away" clock is still ticking. (two and a half more weeks)
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