We went to NC/VA/GA on my yearly kids + mama road trip. Just a little something I like to do to put the rest of the year’s relative sanity into perspective.
Saw my college friends and toasted the newest shorty.
Tucker started crawling. Hosted a funeral for the death of my life as I knew it. It was short and sweet because Tucker was eating my bathroom trash the whole time (rude).
This is how I’ve been doing my grocery shopping. Sweet Jesus. That’s a lot of kids.
Speaking of having a lot of kids, lately MB has been saying she’d like to have only one brother. So I ask her which one she’d like to send back.
Makes for interesting conversation.
I’m hard up for entertainment, see?
And speaking of entertainment- MB and Bo are working hard using their little noggins for activities. Usually results in at least one of them crying or bruised or hiding. I am hoping that will build character. But what do I know?
Now you’re caught up and Tucker is trying to eat paper. So if you don’t hear from me for several more weeks, I’m probably just still fishing detritus from the back of his throat and holding on till 6pm. Wish me luck!