Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Tuesday

Today is Tuesday.  I know what that means.  Hudson even knows what that means:  for some reason in the car today, he talked about how he got locked in the car and got scared “one day”—A Tuesday, you know.

Today I am choosing to not dwell on the fact that my children pulled every single wooden letter (spelling their names above their beds) off of the wall and pulled every single piece of clothing out of their nicely organized drawers after popping out of bed an hour early.  Or the fact that whenever we go anywhere they urgently insist on using the bathroom at the most inconvenient time.  Or that my children think it is a funny game when I tell them to “Freeze” or “NOT MOVE” in a parking lot, etc.  Or that it is approximately 700 degrees and humid, humid, humid and I had the absence of mind to meet a friend OUTDOORS for the late morning-afternoon.

Instead, I will show cute pictures of my adorable children, who I love.  And, who make me tired.  And even hotter than I normally am. 

Please excuse my finger in the picture, but this is how we roll these days now that Anna can sit up well and is no longer in her baby carseat!  Thank you, GiGi!  You have NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS STROLLER!  (I never thought I would say something like that about a stroller.  A purse?  A new pair of shoes?  Cute earrings?  Yes.  A stroller?  Never thought I’d say it, but it’s true.)

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After my boys pretended to eat lunch, we played at “the fountain frog” . . . I wasn’t planning to get sister wet, but it was too hot not to!

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These boys love the water!

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Victory!

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They loved to pour water on “my baby’s toes”photo (88)

Yummers. 

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Oh, my sweetness.  Love this girl!

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Two are fast asleep and one is clunking loudly in his room.  I will give you one second to guess who it is.  Yes, it’s red.  I’m off to do some convincing . . . And, here’s to hoping there is a glass of wine in my future this evening!

Happy Tuesday to you!

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