Happy Mother's Day Everyone!
A taking a Sunday nap; D reading a book; Roy making ice cream "for Mother's Day";
K playing in the sandbox and swimming pool wearing nothing but her skivvies.
Only now since I started the photo editing and typing everything has changed. I'm typing with A snuggled up next to me on my bed. K is searching the house for a very specific pair of shorts. D is playing in the water and Roy is emptying the dishwasher. Today rocks!
K was playing with a long piece of grassweed. Why we get that girl toys is beyond me. Anyway, it broke and I said, "Aww, it broke." K looked at one in each hand for a minute before saying, "Yea! Two grass friends!"
Roy got home from work last Thursday and asked the greeting committee (greeting committee: small people who rush out to greet daddy as soon as his car is heard) where A was. D responded, "She's asleep in the kitchen." Roy thought he as kidding.
Guess not.
K has taken to sleeping in a box. I don't know why. Why do we get this girl toys or a bed? Anyway, these are two different nights.
Looks comfortable right? Yeah. I don't think so either.
K's new favorite joke: "Knock - Knock" Anyone else who will listen: "Who's there?" K: "Haha, I get it. There's a snake in my boot." In case you haven't watched Toy Story 2 500 times, that's where the last line of her joke comes from.
April 14 we went to a Reptile Man show. The kids were enthralled. I thought it was pretty cool but I was on the edge of my seat with my adrenaline pumping. Especially when the reptile handler kept "hooding" the cobra right. in. front. of. my. kids.
| Viper and Cranky Child. Hard to know which is the more menacing of the two. |
| Rattlesnake with a rattle that wouldn't stop. |
| Holding a snake. The girls LOVED IT. They kept trying to go back for more. |
| Petting an alligator. Pretty sure K wants one of these now. |
K and A have gotten to be pretty good friends. It's about time. Here they are one Sunday morning having a brunch with their animals. So cute.
I love Mother's Day. The only day of the year when I can hide out in my room typing on my blog while Roy takes care of the kids, cleans the kitchen, makes bread and dinner and entertains a dinner guest. Suh-weet!


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