I tried -I really did -to come up with 50 more funny thing. But here’s the deal:
Yesterday, we had turkey for Sunday dinner. I pulled a bag of frozen turkey (Thanksgiving leftovers) out of the freezer and we had turkey sandwiches and salad. I dipped my sandwich in BBQ sauce. It was delicious. My son asked if he could have some BBQ sauce on his plate. I gave him some. I asked my daughter if she would like some BBQ sauce. She shook her head no. A little while later, my daughter was dipping her sandwich in BBQ sauce (which was on her own plate) and saying, “Oh, wow. Yum!”
“Where did you get the BBQ sauce?” I asked.
My kids looked at me with wide eyes.
“You JUST gave me some, Mom,” my daughter said.
I have no recollection of ever doing it.
I also have no recollection of ever getting my baby out of her bed last night, but I must have. Because she wasn’t in her bed when she woke up twice last night.
She wakes up at least twice every night.
I can function, sure. But my box is short one crayon, if ya know what I mean.
I wake up to this every morning, so it makes up for the parts of my life I’m living now that I apparently won’t remember later today:
She thinks I’m funny.
I snapped this picture late last night, and I love it. Sisters are the very BEST! I’m so grateful Alice and Lacy have a sister… and I’m excited to watch them grow up and fight and love and go shopping and make fun of their parents:
Girls are the best. Boys are the best.
Even when they look like Megamind:
Anyway, I’m sorry about only making it to 50. As my brain slowly returns to normalcy, I will post more hilarity.
I actually have a pretty cute video of us scaring our baby. Don’t judge until you see how cute it is.
Which you will just as soon as I remember to ask my husband to take the video off his phone and put it on the computer… which will probably take about six months.
Today, the barn behind my house is covered in snow which means after the house is picked up and the laundry is folded, I will make cinnamon rolls.
(There’s a small chance the picking up and laundry might also take six months):
Now… my eye candy. There’s nothing sweeter (or sexier) than this man and his love for his babies:
And before I forget (because apparently I WILL), Happy #112 to my great-grandmother Alice:
If you were here, I’d visit you with my baby girl. You’d love her to pieces.
(PS: Pumpa is one good-lookin’ soldier boy. You have good taste.)
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