I'm getting used to our new routine. The champ goes straight from work to the new house. I feed the boys, pack 'em all up, and we head over to take dinner to him. I come home, do the night routine, put the boys to bed, and THEN get to clean up to start another day. I 'm not meaning to complain or claim that I do something amazing. All mothers tackle this same routine everyday as well. I'm just a gal who really enjoys her husband and all his helpness. He's sure doing a bang up job on those plumbing fixtures. Meanwhile, back at the homestead:
Exhibit A, B, and C of my sweet parenting skills as of late.
I let them throw all caution to the wind to go ahead...see if you CAN squish yourselves into that rubbermaid. And while you're at it, don't move so mom can take your picture.*Notice the sweat on Jack's head....it's hard work being a complete spaz all night and then stuffing yourself into a box right before bedtime.
The little guy is just plain fast and sneaky. I could have sworn Cole was the one playing with the play-doh. However, I soon realized he was trapped inside a plastic box so Brody took over the 'doh. Fantastic I absolutely LOVE when the colors get all mashed up together!!!
And really, who needs a chair?
O.k., venting done.