InstaFriday. Nice and late. Because I was too lazy to prep it last night.
And of course this morning was CUH-razy.
Insane asylum style around here.
But now…the three bigs are off at their respective schools, O-Bo is sleeping and the house is quiet.
A disaster reenactment of Hurricane Katrina, but quiet.
The dishes can wait. It’s InstaFriday!
Genetics are BIZARRE.
Uncle Duncan and Cousin Tess sucked these two fingers as babies.
Henry does it.
Lucy does it.
Jilly does it.
OWEN does it.
Andy’s dad passed away earlier this year and we have an old orange chippy trunk of his in our living room to store shoes.
The kids found this old sugar packet in it.
I seriously think I’m gonna frame it.
This adorable lemonade stand drink set up at a baby shower I went to last weekend.
I’m basically gonna steal this idea for some future party of mine.
And baby plaid.
And baby rolls.
And baby smiles.
Who falls asleep mid mess making.
And to think…she used to be my favorite.
Sneaking out to have some coffee and girl chat with Lindsey?
We have to schedule like months in advance to actually make it work.
But so sweet when we finally connect.
And Owen got snuggles.
Which he clearly wanted to hold onto forever.
Wanna know what may well be one of the worst things in the UNIVERSE?
Having to wake up not one, not two, but ALL THREE little ones from nap so you can go pick up big brother from school.
Yuck. Yuck. Yuck.
I have a neighbor who keeps telling me that she is happy to help…but I’m so prideful and lame I can’t bring myself to actually ask her. I just assume she’s being nice, but doesn’t really mean it.
Anyone else feel that way too?
Baby boy can’t tolerate dairy, just like his big brother.
This mama can’t wrap her head around the fact that it’s happening again, so she keeps pushing the limits and seeing if maybe she can have just a wee bit.
No, no she cannot.
Because eating just a few ounces of cheesy goodness made for a baby that spit up like crazy, had a yucky rash all over his sweet cheeks, a rattly little chest, and very, very fussy all day.
Lucky for me, I have an Ergo. The best invention on Earth.
If you don’t own one and have a baby, do it. Worth every penny. Burn your Bjorn. I wouldn’t wish one of those on my worst enemy. Awful.
Henry found his Buzz Lighyear watch and announced that he was going to keep it in Daddy’s watch case from now on to keep it safe.
Cutest thing EVER.
I love my boys.
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