Just when you rid your house of annoying baby toys, they learn to make their own sirens.
Wore a brooch again. The same brooch. Because brooch. #brooch
Shorty got a front-row seat.
Slightly damp is all.
Wombat got some cool stuff for his birthday. Thanks to everyone who's ever talked up Snap Circuits. He loves them!
Advent Day 14: Haul out the Santa tea kit and try to not OD.
50 percent of my wardrobe is stuff I'll never wear outside the house, or at least not all together like a psychotic clown.
I suspect this is formulated to taste extra-gross so it actually makes it onto the gingerbread.
Advent Day 13: Ginger boy!
Told the kid to amuse himself while I checked email. He made me a gift, wrapped it in four layers of construction paper, then went all fourth-degree Martha-belt with the pipe cleaners. I fell to my knees and chanted "I'm unworthy!" Seriously, though, are you seeing this?
5yo's home for a Rain Day (my Utah genes are rolling their eyes), so we're going against type and taking it slow today. Tea by the tree for starters.
Rainy morning light.
Cap'n Gassy is his name.
This ain't your mama's Scholastic book fair.
The kids are yelling at top volume. "FLY, DADDY! FLY, DADDY! DADDY! FLY! FLYYYY!" I don't think it's gonna happen.