My helper.. or rather.. a boy who LOVES to cut up potatoes (or anything). (I could have used his help when I peeled potatoes for 26 on Turkey Day!)
This is our life. ( Almost empty) chocolate milk jug on the table, kid(s) running around in their underwear with a handful of toys. What? You're kids don't do this? I tho't this was normal. {cough, cough}
This is our life. ( Almost empty) chocolate milk jug on the table, kid(s) running around in their underwear with a handful of toys. What? You're kids don't do this? I tho't this was normal. {cough, cough}
This is what happens when Mommy is on the phone for too long (arguing with the Verizon guy...grr.. we miss 'All-tel'!) Markers on the table cloth. And the guilty party still present. And actually he was very proud of what he did. Pointing to every mark he made. Black-eyed-Susan-Carolyn
I debated putting this on here.. but I want to remember EVERYTHING that happens. Good or bad. "This" was completely, 100% an innocent accident. It got much worse as the bruise came and went, but didn't interrupt her life for a single second. Now it's almost a faint memory. Something we'll laugh at in years to come.