As I was cleaning up dinner, Michaela says, "Mom will you come to my wedding?" Me, "Of course!" M, "Why?" Me, "Because I'm your mother!" A few minutes pass. "Mom, do you want me to die?" Me, "OF COURSE NOT!" M, "Oh, so you want me to stay a kid forever? Is it because I'm a widdle stinker?" Yep, that's it. She has read my mind! And then, the boys were being super quiet downstairs, which means something is goin' on. They came up the stairs looking like this:
Notice that Em Em is holding a BBQ sauce bottle...she stole that out of the fridge and it became her baby doll. Maybe I should take it away from her, but she will scream. Don't have the energy for that right now.
One of the things Jake liked most about wearing a dress? Twirling. He does a great job. Pretty coordinated for never doing it before.
"Mom, ya know why we dressed up like this?" Caleb queried. Me, "I have NO idea." C, "'Cause Michaela only lets girls into her room. Now we can play in it." Oh, makes perfect sense!
Kids, always keep us laughing and screaming and going insane and growing and changing and loving.
