Yesterday I snapped two photos of the older girls that captured them perfectly:
Avelyn: nose-wrinkled smirk, happy, eyes full of wonder and fun.
And….Karenna:
Caged beast, bared teeth, bruiser.
Send help.
I would just like to know when this little girl grew up.
My mom and dad have been here visiting from the prairies and their presence has been well-timed for the inevitable disasters that befall us when they’re near.
So, I missed the Wordless Wednesday wagon, but here’s a tardy installment for you:
The photo is hazy, kind of like my mind these days.
So much of staying home with kids is monotonous: clean the floor, someone poops in the corner and you have to clean it again five minutes later. Tidy the kitchen, make a meal, then tidy the kitchen again.