is the early morn. And this is what happens when I let Jace dress himself in jammies the night before. His little bro's pants, and his big bro's shirt. At least it matches.
You can just call me Underwear Mama by now. I deserve it.
Darn, spoiled kids.
They ask for a big breakfast like every morning, and they get it. This is especially ridiculous considering daddy's working on a cereal/oatmeal plant, and he can take home 3 boxes a day. Jamison says the eggs look nasty in the picture. Well, I can't argue with that. But you liked 'em and ate 'em, dude.
Who'da thought a simple, big, cup
could provide so much entertainment for 3 bathing boys?
is Jace's snack. Huh. Oookay.
New blossoms, covered in ice and snow. So. Not. Right.
But we're back to great weather. And my kids made the most of it. When I saw that cup of water Jace brought out I said "don't you dare make mud."
"I'm not! I'm watering the flowers." Sure you are.
Nasty. Wanna see the picture of John after he puked from the mud?