Link up the silly, sweet little moments that make up your week!
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I love me some gummi bears.
Not that a good Reece’s Peanut Butter Cup doesn’t hit the spot sometimes, but more often than not, my guilty pleasure of choice are these gelatonous little gooey blobs. That don’t look a thing like bears, by the way.
I even share with my kids.
They think they only come in green, orange, and yellow.
Maybe a little.
His & Hers.
It’s any wonder this marriage has lasted this long.
I guess there will just be things we’ll always have to agree to disagree on. ;)
This InstaFriday was brought to you by Sugar.
Or so it seems so far.
Henry and I made these.
Super dorky but easy and fun.
Martha would hang her head in shame.
The frosting’s homemade. That’s gotta count for something, right?
I really don’t watch TV.
Like, hardly at all, I really would be totally fine throwing the whole dang thing in the trash. For real.
But for the first time in years (ever?), there is one show I am absolutely addicted to.
Love, love, love, love Parenthood.
Except it comes on at 10 p.m…and we’ve already established that I’m a grandma and that’s much too late.
So I watch it the next day during nap.
This week, I ate leftovers from a happy meal a la the Pioneer Woman herself.
If you make it, add bacon.
You can thank me later.
Who knew trivets could be such a source of happiness???!!
Speaking of happy.
I hope you’re ready.
Julie and I have a little project up our sleeves.
I’m so excited I can hardly stand it.
I have no idea who invented these little seat things for bathrooms but I want to kiss them.
On the mouth.
And make it federal law that they are installed in every public bathroom in the nation.
Imagine having to use the restroom…
But your shopping cart is filled with product…besides, it would be a disaster to try to wrangle it into the stall.
You hiss threats of bodily harm and nothing from the candy aisle to your children to NOT TOUCH ANYTHING. IT’S NASTY AND DISGUSTING AND YOU WILL DIE IF YOU TOUCH ANYTHING OR EVEN THINK ABOUT CRAWLING AROUND ON THIS VILE DISGUSTING NASTY FLOOR. I’M NOT EVEN KIDDING. YOU. WILL. DIE.
But you’ve got one little that can’t stand unassisted…so you’re trying to pull your pants down one handed, while not dropping her with the other…and…well, yeah, it’s not pretty.
So two points for the inventor of the Potty Jump Seat and kudos to Walmart.
I can’t even believe I just typed that.
This mama of a special needs babe just may be reformed.
Little things. You just never even thought of. Game changers.
Not even being dramatic.
Can’t find Jill?
She’s either in my master bedroom closet hiding in Andy’s freshly dry cleaned work shirts…giggling, mind you…
or pulling down every book on Henry’s bookshelf until she finds just the right book (and it’s different everyday) and sits quietly “reading”.
The sweetest, littlest babbling nonsense as she flips pages.
Speech Therapy, I want to marry you.
Remind you of anyone?
Lucy (who apparently didn’t make it to this week’s InstaFriday) is very specific that the brown haired one is hers and the blonde is “Diwwy’s”.
You can’t ever, ever, ever mix them up.
Great injustices are to be had if it’s not just right.
She gets herself worked up into quite the tither that girl.
Love her. Can’t even tell you.
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