Blogging has become increasingly difficult for me lately because my laptop is million years old and is dying a very slow death, but I will push through!  I feel like Phoebe from FRIENDS when she says “If you want to receive emails about my upcoming shows, then please give me money so I can buy a computer.”  It’s kind of funny because I do the majority of my blogging after the kids have gone to bed, so they never really see my laptop out.  I had it out today as I was attempting to do updates on it and Jackson looked at it and said “Mommy, what’s wrong with your iPad; it looks funny!” Kids these days.  They will probably never even know what a desk top computer is.  I officially feel old.  I think I am going to start having to tell them stories about how I used to have to walk to school both ways, uphill, in the snow… even if it isn’t true.

Taylor is starting kindergarten this week. I need to pause for a moment and let that sink in. My eight pound, two ounce baby is going to kindergarten.  I feel like I have been preparing her (and myself) for this moment since the day she was born.  Everything I do is done for this kid; to further her. To make her a well-rounded, well adjusted little person.  I think I’ve done a damn good job so far, if I may say so myself, yet I am not ready for this.  There will be lots of tears when we drop her off; tears from me of course.  There might even be a temper tantrum or two; also from me.  My girl is ready to go!  She is a hit the ground running kind of kid.  She is so adaptable and makes the best of any situation, so starting kindergarten is going to be easy for her.  I, on the other hand….well, never mind that.  While the boys were napping this afternoon, Taylor and I decided to give ourselves manicures and pedicures.  As we were painting and drying our nails, we talked about the rest of the week and all the things she has to look forward to.  My insightful little lady looked up at me and said “Mom, I’m really going to miss you when I go to kindergarten but I’m not too sad about it because I know you will always come back for me at the end of the day, just like you did in pre-school.”  Cue the tears.  We decided that our fingernails were going to be a way to connect us during the start of the school year.  If she misses me, she can look down at her tiny perfect fingers, the same fingers I counted numerous times when she was born, and think of me.  She said “And Mama? When you are home alone with the dog and the laundry, you can look at your fingers and think of me and know that I love you and will always be your baby even though I’m a big girl now.”  Leave it to my five year old child to make ME feel better.  I will wear my bright purple Crayola nail polish proudly!

Taylor and I also made sure we had a bit of one on one time this summer.  Just this past weekend, we had a Mommy / Daughter date and went out to an insanely over-priced make your own ice-cream place that she loved.  It was worth every cent. She was elated to spend the afternoon with me, clearly, but she was even more excited to make her own disgusting ice cream sundae.  She whipped up four different flavors and just as many toppings and happily ate every single bite.  We went to CVS to grab something afterward, where she conned me into purchasing her yet another pony toy to add to her heaping collection. I also had the pleasure of teaching her what a Push Pop was.  She chose a watermelon flavored one and thought it was the greatest thing she ever had.  We don’t have to be doing much, but whenever we have a little bit of one on one time, its sacred. I will definitely continue to do this with her so she always knows how special she is.

Since I’m realizing I never did a post about her pre-k graduation, I’ll include a few pictures here for her to look at some day.  I was so proud to watch her walk across that stage a few months ago and receive her diploma.  We got to watch her interact with her teachers and friends and received countless compliments about what a kind, thoughtful, and fun-loving kid she is.  As parents, we truly couldn’t ask for anything more.  Since Taylor has a November birthday, we were faced with the decision of sending her to kindergarten for the 2016/2017 school year and having her be one of the youngest students in her grade, or sending her to a pre-kindergarten program for a year and starting regular kindergarten for the 2017/2018 year.  We obviously chose the latter and I am happy to say that we are one hundred percent confident that we made the right choice, for us.  I have a lot of people ask me about this decision and how and why we made it, and while all children are different, we knew that this was the right choice for Taylor.  While she has always been smart, kind, and outgoing, we really wanted her to have that extra year to not only mature, but to be a kid. Does that even make sense?  She’s so much more mature in her choices and actions. She’s confident in her abilities and she truly knows who she is, as much as a five year old can. She’s mastered so many skill sets, has a broader sense of the world around her, and has so much confidence.  We know that our children are smaller in comparison to others in their age group (although Taylor has truly shot up like a weed with some crazy growth spurt) and love that if she chooses to participate in sports (She might very well be blessed with my athletic {dis}abilities) we don’t have to worry about her being the absolute smallest child within her group. She made so many friends in pre-k and really enjoyed her time there. Even though I’m not thrilled with the idea, I know she has to grow up, and I am proud of the way she is doing it.  I am excited to see how she embraces kindergarten and am proud of her no matter what.

And just because I am feeling nostalgic, look at this little face!  This was taken exactly five years ago today. How is this the same girl?

This morning, the kids and I saw a squirrel doing yoga.  I kid you not.  It would probably be one of those situations where I tell someone that I saw a squirrel doing downward dog and they’d slowly back away and call for help, but I got photographic proof.  The pictures are grainy, but you can get the idea of what was going on. The kids thought it was absolutely hilarious.  Taylor spent a few minutes cracking herself up and trying to figure out where the squirrel’s head was.  So, that’s that.

The morning only continued to get more entertaining from there.  Since we walked out of the house with the intent to go to the park yesterday and the skies opened up, I promised the kids a park day today.  They were super sluggish this morning from all of their sleeping late night partying and stripping the sheets from their beds.  I told them they needed to go to the bathroom and finish their morning snack of watermelon before we left the house.  They were not motivated to move and were as slow as molasses (see what I did there, Dad?) so I tried to nicely encourage them to hurry up.  When that didn’t work, I said “Finish your watermelon now! Whoever doesn’t finish will be staying home.”  Jackson stood up on his chair, crawled across the table and dumped his watermelon into Joseph’s bowl (within the span of two seconds). He looked at Joseph and said “Sorry Joseph, but you’re staying home today” and walked away to dump his now empty bowl in the sink.  I wasn’t even sure if I should be mad or laugh hysterically.  It was definitely a well-played move,  but wasn’t exactly the kindness I preach to them all day. These two are usually the best of friends, but when they turn against each other, it gets quite comical.

We finally made it to the park and had a wonderful morning.  We stayed for about an hour and a half.  The kids thought it was great that we had the playground to ourselves for most of our time there, but they also enjoyed making new friends when other kids showed up.  They were impressing me with their “super hero skills” and climbing on everything, even things like rope climbs that I didn’t think they were capable of doing yet. They truly awe me with how quickly they pick things up and how willing they are to learn.  It was a fun time!

During dinner tonight, everyone was clearly overtired.  Taylor started crying a bit because she didn’t want to eat the booty off of the dinosaur chicken (I was a culinary genius tonight with this meal, by the way) because the booty of the dinosaur is where the farts live and she didn’t want to eat those. Five year old logic, folks! It was a creative ruse to not eat dinner, but I do have to say that it was really well thought out. I laughed while she cried.  Some nights are like that around here.

We have been doing so many wonderful things this summer. We wouldn’t want the kids to have nothing to talk about for their “what I did over the summer” chat on the first day of school. I guarantee you, my kids will still all answer by saying “nothing.” As I’ve mentioned before, we have a summer bucket list made up and have been checking off things as we go!

Last weekend, we went to a train museum, which was one of Joseph’s items. We got to look around the museum, meet some awesome people, and go for a train ride. We even got to experience an old school turn-table. It was pretty neat and the kids were quite excited. Taylor was a little less excited on this trip, but she powered through.

Yesterday, however, was quite possibly one of my favorite days ever. We went a bit upstate to a sunflower festival, where most of the money raised goes to the Make a Wish Foundation. There were fields and fields of sunflowers; fourteen acres, to be exact! There were sunflower mazes, tractor rides where we got to feed cows right off the side of the tractor, etc. We met a teen pageant queen who was there volunteering and took pictures with the kids for her website. It was such a magical morning for me. Sunflowers are my absolute favorite flower. They are so bright and cheerful, and they are so strong. I really love them. I was definitely emotional yesterday. It was one of the only moments this summer where I knew spending “that much” money was a good thing. The money was going to such a good cause. For those who aren’t familiar, the Make A Wish Foundation helps grant wishes to children who are very ill. The wishes include, but are not limited to a family vacation, trip to Disney, sporting event, meeting celebrities, etc. It’s an incredible organization. It was amazing to purchase a few bouquets of fresh sunflowers ($10 each bundle) and pay for some tractor rides and know that I was helping the cause. I teared up watching my healthy children carry bundles of sunflowers, laugh as the cows licked their hands, and frolic through fields of beautiful flowers. At one point on the tractor ride, I looked down and saw my handsome boys holding each other’s hand as they took in the world around them. I took a moment to just watch in awe and be thankful that they were all healthy and thankful that this is an organization I can support for kids who need extra happiness. It really was amazing.

Since we were so far up the line anyway, we ended up going to Mystic (for the second time this summer) and hanging out there for a few hours. We had homemade ice cream at our favorite spot, walked around the village, and visited the penguins (another favorite of mine – it seriously was my lucky day) and all the other animals at the aquarium. By the time we headed for home, Todd and I were starving, since we only packed lunch for the kids and it was already dinner time. He and I ended up getting takeout Mystic Pizza for dinner and eating it in a parking lot behind a convenience store as the kids watched a DVD in the back and started dozing off. It was such a random, unpredictable afternoon, but that’s what I love about us. We just go with the flow and have a good time. Todd and I had so many good laughs and reminisced about all the times we came to Mystic alone, prior to kids, and how different, but equally magical it is now.

I am really dreading the fact that it’s nearly August and the start of school is just around the corner. We are going to absorb every bit of summer that we can and continue our adventures!

Have you ever heard of “suck and sweet?” I heard about it in a book I was reading a while back. Sometimes, families sit around the table and say one thing that sucked about their day and one thing that was sweet. Cute concept. Let’s play.

My Suck: So a few nights ago, the kids and I were downstairs playing. It was close to bedtime, so I told everyone to finish up and come upstairs. Taylor went up, but yelled that she needed me to help her with something immediately, so up I went. I told the boys to turn of the light and follow right behind me, which they did. Sort of.  We all got pajamas on, teeth brushed, and got into bed. I was exhausted and was so proud that I had managed to be caught up on all of the laundry and the house was clean. Awesome. I actually grabbed a blanket and a book and curled up on the couch with the dog. About an hour later, Todd came home. He was exhausted, and we thought about how nice it was that the kids were all asleep and we could go to bed “early.” He went to walk Ranger, came in, and went to put the alarm system on (downstairs.) A few minutes later, he came to the top of the stairs yelling for me to come down. “Ri, the boys flooded the downstairs.” Todd and I are no strangers to flood damage. When we lived in our condo, the woman above us caused a flood which left us out of our home for months. Fearing the worst, I went downstairs and instantly felt the cool squish of the carpet beneath my feet and felt my stomach churn simultaneously. We had water in our family room, the laundry room, the hallway, the garage, and the bathroom, which was the source of the carnage. Apparently, when I told the boys to come upstairs, Frick and Frack thought it would be a good idea to turn on the water in the sink, PLUG the sink, and come upstairs. I can not even describe how much water there was everywhere…and this was only about an hour and a half later. Thank goodness Todd went downstairs, or we would have had a much worse situation to deal with. I frantically called my friend who lives down the street, and Todd ventured down to her house to borrow the shop vac. It must have been some sight to see Todd lugging the shop vac along our street at 10 pm. After a few hours of cleaning, we were done for the night. While Todd was exhausted at work the next day, I cleaned out the entire garage, cleaned up the water we missed in the dark and did countless loads of laundry. Between the laundry and the twin-made Niagara Falls scene, I don’t even want to know what our water bill is going to look like.

My Sweet: Taylor told me she had never seen a rainbow in real life and was sad about it. She said they are so pretty on tv and in pictures that I’ve shown her, but she never got to see one for herself. The sun was shining bright as we were out on the deck, so I grabbed the hose and made it happen. I made a rainbow for my girl and became an instant hero. As I tucked her into bed that night, I asked her what her favorite part of the day was. We had done a ton of fun things all day, yet her answer was not about the new toys, pool time, or ice cream sundae. She got tears in her eyes, gave me a huge hug and said “The rainbow, Mom. I really love that you made me my own rainbow because it was so special.” That, my friends, is as sweet as it gets.

What’s your suck and sweet?

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I have the sweetest girl of all time. She is always doing something kind and she just makes me so proud.

Today, we pretty much stayed inside doing nothing. It was overcast but really humid and was the perfect day to catch up on some tv and snuggles. We’ve been spending a LOT of time outside (mostly in the pool). We’ve been doing activities on our “Summer to-do list” and having so much fun. Since it’s summer, the kids are staying up later, and we are generally just having a blast with each other. This explains my lack of blogging, but all is well here.

So today, I mentioned to the kids that we needed to go to the vet to pick up heart worm medication for Ranger. Taylor asked me why he needed it and I explained the reasons. She asked if the vet just gives it to me, and I told her that we had to pay for it first, but then we would bring the medicine home. She looked puzzled, and then said “Mom, can you help me reach my piggy bank, please?” She came out of her room with five crumpled one dollar bills and a dime. She brought them to Ranger to show him and told him that she wanted to help pay for his medicine to keep him healthy. She stuffed the money in her purse, and off we went, nightgown and all.

Clearly, heart worm medication costs much more than $5, but she didn’t know that. All she knew was that Ranger needed something, and she wanted to help contribute. She loves him so much, and the feeling is quite mutual! She asked him to pose for a picture with the medicine so she could always look at the picture to see how happy and healthy he is. I mean, come on! Does it get any sweeter than that?

Heart of gold.

Happy Father’s Day! Have you ever heard that semi famous quote about being a dad? It reads: Anyone can be a father, but it takes someone truly special to be a Dad. I firmly believe this to be true with the men in my life.

I am so lucky to have had an awesome dad growing up. He coached my softball teams. He was in the front row of all of my dance recitals with the big, boxy video camera on his shoulder. He stood in line at 5am for hours because a limited number of Furbies were being released and I wanted one. He never missed a father / daughter dance. He made sure I knew every Elton John, Billy Joel and, The Beatles song before I got my own car and chose my own music. These artists remain some of my favorites today. As I got older, I was privileged enough to have my dad walk me down the aisle as I married my best friend. He helped me buy my first car. He was there ripping out flooring as soon as we closed on our first house. I also got to witness something truly special, which was watching my dad become a grandfather. He was waiting close by when all of my children were born. He visited me in the hospital for long periods of time when I would have otherwise been alone. He dropped everything and came to my bedside when I called him crying to tell him that Jackson was undergoing emergency surgery. He met me in the hospital in the middle of the night on Christmas when Joseph was having trouble breathing from croup and he knew Todd was home with the other kids. He went out and bought jewelry for Taylor when she called him and said she wanted him to please buy her something special for graduation. My mom may have had a helping hand with that last one… He’s always been there for me and now he’s there for my kids, and for that, I’m incredibly thankful. His love for my children is amazing to see. He has so much fun being their Brampy, and they adore him just as much. I love you, Dad!

When Todd and I started dating, I soon realized that the was the man I wanted to love forever; he was the man I wanted to have children with. We discussed kids many times before getting engaged, and it is something we both saw in our immediate future. He was worried that he wouldn’t be a good father. He was worried that he’d be too old to be a fun dad. For reference, he’s seven years older than me. I was so glad to prove him wrong on this one. He’s not only a great dad, he’s an incredible dad. He works long hours to provide for us. He ensures that his time home with us all together is well spent. A lot of weekends, he will let me sleep in a bit (since I’m an insomniac and am usually up all night) while he gets up with the kids. I can’t tell you how much it warms my heart to walk downstairs and see him playing blocks with the kids. He’s never shied away from changing a diaper or helping out with laundry. He knows that we are a team, and treats all of us accordingly. The kids adore him and really look up to him. Taylor and her dad have started a special tradition of sorts with each other. They love to watch Tom and Jerry together on Saturday mornings. He teaches the kids things, and explains things to them such as how things work, and fields a million questions of “why?” At the same time, he teaches them, by example of how to treat someone you love since he treats me so well. Whenever Taylor sees us hugging, kissing, or even holding hands she exclaims: “Awww! Mommy and Daddy are going to get married again!”

Taylor made him a special project (at school) for Father’s Day, and I think it truly sums up her relationship with Todd. It really doesn’t get much better than that. We are so lucky that he is our guy.

This morning, I finally got to be the mystery reader for Taylor’s class! I was supposed to do it a few months ago, which ended up being one of the only snow days of the year. Then, we tried for last week, but Taylor was sick, the entire week. Her teachers were amazing to work with and allowed me to come today, on the last day of class. I read a book called The Book with No Pictures and the kids absolutely loved it. They had such a blast and laughed so much. Taylor was so proud that her mommy was the reader. Later in the day, she said to me “Mom, you were the best mystery reader out of all the ones who came to our class and my friends thought you were so silly!” Priceless.

I felt terrible that Taylor had to miss her last full week of school, but feel like we came full circle since she missed her first few days this year due to sickness as well. The poor girl had a high fever and tummy troubles. We spent a lot of time lounging around, watching movies and relaxing. Ranger knew she didn’t feel well, and he watched her like a hawk, which was adorable.

Since today was technically her last day, I broke out the sign we use to mark such occasions. It’s not as beautiful and colorful like it normally is because my dry-erase options were quite limited. The boys apparently used up most of the markers and ruined them by making “polka dots and circles”. They slam the markers against the white board repeatedly to make their beautiful masterpieces. Taylor couldn’t care less and was happy with the sign, so that’s what counts.

After a fun last day at school, we decided to have a water fight outside. It started with “Be careful. Don’t get Mommy. I have my watch on and my phone in my hand.” It ended up with the kids literally hosing me down (I had removed all electronics). Todd and I had a little water battle of our own, and the kids thought it was the funniest thing of all time. We were all soaked, but completely happy. We ended the evening with friends coming over for more water fun, popsicles outside, and warm baths. This was the first night in a long time that I didn’t have to ask the kids to get in bed more than once. They were exhausted.

We made the best out of every single moment we had together this past weekend! I seriously love this family of mine. On Friday night, we went to Taylor’s school for a pajama party. They had a viewing of the movie, Trolls. They served pizza, popcorn, and juice. All of the kids left with a plastic Trolls cup filled to the brim with goodies. The kids thought it was so much fun, and I have to say, it was a pretty great event! While Joseph mostly hung out next to me, watching the movie, Jackson went wherever his big sister went. Every move she made, every position she laid in to watch the movie, every friend she went to say hello to – he did the same. He’s like her shadow and it is so amazingly cute to see. Taylor was very gracious about it and included him into her circle of school friends. This girl makes me so proud.

 

Saturday morning started off with a fantastic visit to the dentist for all three kids (aside from the fact that it was $700+. Ouch.)  It’s always very daunting to take them all to an appointment like that, but they were super well behaved! We were complimented on their cuteness, their dental hygiene, and their good behavior and manners, which always makes me feel good.

Since the kids did so well at the dentist, it was only appropriate to reward them with a visit to the fair, where they each consumed their own large cotton candy. Don’t worry, we helped brush their teeth extra that night. The kids had a blast going on all of the rides. It was amazing to see them want to be with each other most of the time, but each do their own things as well. They chose race cars and motorcycles that were next to each other, and always looked around to make sure they could see their siblings at all times. One of the rides we went on as a family was a cobra mini roller coaster. Todd and I only went on it because the kids weren’t allowed to ride alone and they badly wanted to ride it. We forked over what seemed like one trillion dollars worth of tickets (they required accompanying adults to pay for the torture they were about to endure) and buckled up! We took a semi-cute family selfie before the fun began. I’m using that word very loosely. That ride was torture. I felt like I was going to barf. Every single sharp turn that the damn cobra slithered around resulted in me banging into the side of the ride. I was so sore and bruised the next day. My kids had a phenomenal time though, so that’s what counts.

My brother and parents even met up with us for some rides, which the kids enjoyed too. I love seeing their faces light up for silly things like rides. Who would have thought it would be fun to go around and around in a circle on a stationary motorcycle? Kids: that’s who. Everything is so exciting for them.

We ended up having the boys take short naps to recharge and then spent some time at the beach with the kids and dog later that night. Ranger is so in his element at the beach. He loves running around and smelling the salty air. He also likes to try to eat shells, which the kids laugh at, as I stick my hand down his throat to retrieve them. We walked for quite a bit, dug in the sand, collected shells, had dessert I brought with us in picnic form, and watched the kids chase birds. We figured they’d be exhausted and sleep late the following day, but that didn’t really happen. They fell asleep close to 11pm, and were up by 8am. I know I should be grateful for the 8am part, but kid time is for the birds.

Sunday was mostly spent lounging around, as it was quite rainy, but we did spend a few hours in the morning walking around the nature center. We ended the night with ice cream and grocery shopping.

 

Although we had an amazing weekend and this post makes it sound like we are a picture perfect television family, you know I keep it real. I had to take down the shower curtains and wash and bleach them and the bathroom twice this weekend. Twice. The boys get overly excited about standing up to pee, and they completely overshoot the toilet. I literally find puddles next to the toilet. I’m pretty sure we are going to need to repaint soon too. I’ve instituted a new sit to pee rule, which isn’t exactly doing good things for my popularity, but so be it.

I also was getting the kids out of the tub on Saturday night when one of them sneezed. I felt something, looked down, and there was a booger on my foot. I guess I’ve reached a point in parenthood where I’m not really phased anymore. Instead of being grossed out, I snapped a picture for you lovely people to see, and went on with my night. At least it wasn’t poop. Little victories!

It has been rainy and dreary here for the past few days. The kids are beginning to get stir crazy. We can go for short walks, but playground time is mostly out, since everything is wet. While Taylor is at school, the boys and I have been filling our days with reading books, having epic dance parties (Jackson has some good moves), and playing with just about every toy we own. They also love to “help” me do laundry and clean around the house. I’m trying to enjoy the last few months of alone time with them (in the mornings at least) because they go off to “big boy school” come September. I honestly can not fathom how that is possible. I blinked, and they are ready to go to school. I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around that. Between them being in pre-k, and Taylor starting all day kindergarten, I’m going to be a blubbering mess come September.

This morning, I felt like they needed a break from routine. They usually color with markers or crayons. Since they colored not only each other with marker, but my furniture as well, they’ve had a break from that for a few days…

Anyway, we were working on our letters this morning and I decided to help them make a fun [simple] project. We wrote the letter “J” with glue, and they filled it in with pieces of confetti. We talked about the sound the letter J makes, and talked about some J words, aside from their names. They loved this activity and I’m pretty sure they each think they are Picasso right about now. They also made stick puppets out of popsicle sticks, googly-eyes, feathers and little craft balls. Times like this, I wish I had a live video feed of us. Not only was it simply a cute memory, but Joseph went a little crazy with the glue and started flailing his arms and yelling “Come on, balls! My balls are super sticky!” Of course, this was only funny to Mommy. Three year olds have a different sense of humor than full grown people have.

Another thing Mommy (and Daddy) found funny was last night, Jospeh tried to poop in a Pringles container. No, you didn’t misread that. After such a long time without any interesting poop stories to share, this child delivered pure comedic gold. The kids were finishing up a movie and snack (chips) as we were changing them into pajamas. Joseph ran in front of me and sat down (facing away from me). I assumed he was putting his pull-up on. He yelled “Hey Mom! Mom! Look at this. Watch me poop!” Sure enough, he had a container underneath him. Thankfully, he was only joking (or I stopped him in time – -I’ll never know). I couldn’t even be mad at that because it was just too funny. Perhaps I’d be singing a different tune if I actually had to clean up after him.

Happy Memorial Day Weekend! As the kids are getting a little bit older, we are taking the opportunity to teach them about more serious topics, in an age appropriate way, of course. This weekend, we taught them about Memorial Day and how we are celebrating the lives of the soldiers who died in order to keep us safe. As we were leaving our local aquarium, we passed a statue that had information about a local service member who lost his life in Iraq.

He was protecting a children’s hospital when he was killed. Taylor asked a lot of questions about all of this: what happened to the kids / where did he go when he died / was his family sad / where are the rest of the soldiers, etc. We explained everything on a five year old level, until she was satisfied. We explained to her that there are always service members protecting us from “the bad guys” which is why we get to live the life we do. She seemed pleased with our words. It’s such a hard thing to do, as a parent. We didn’t want to give her too much information to the point where we’d scare her and keep her awake at night, but we did want to be honest with her and help her learn and understand.

We had a very fun weekend and kept quite busy. We celebrated a friend’s birthday, went to the aquarium to see the new flamingo exhibit, went to playgrounds, went out for ice cream, took walks on the beach, etc. It was nice to have a few days all together.

One of the things that we did with the kids, which they marked as one of their favorite activities, was making smores. The marshmallows we bought were obscenely large and the smores were a mild disaster. We decided to make a smores dip instead, which was an absolute fan favorite. We ended up using the microwave for it, which excited the kids to no end. They stood on top the the counter and watched as the marshmallows expanded. Their faces were priceless and filled with such child-like innocence. I love when simple things that require very little effort make them so excited. It really is fun to watch!

We may have had to give a few extra baths this weekend and we may have sticky furniture (compliments of sneaky little children) but we are happy, we are healthy, and we are making memories.