Nothing like the big sister’s hand-me-downs. Being a second-born girl myself, you’d think I’d be a little more sensitive to her plight.
Sorry, Anna. We’ve only just begun.
Bottoms up!
While stuck behind a truck reading “Svedka…voted #1 vodka of 2033,” I decided the guy behind that slogan was (a) an optimist; (b) a fortune-teller; or (c) or a drunk. Whatever the case, it’s that kind of forward thinking that drives procrastinators like me to drinking. Why is a vodka company so ahead of the game, while I’m still trying to get psyched up for spring cleaning, 2005-10?
The cute part is, he was being serious.
Doug’s response when asked to watch all three kids at once: “I just came out of nose surgery, and now I have a raging sinus infection. You’ve never felt this kind of pain in your life!”
And so now, my children are left to wonder—every time Mom looks at us, why does she burst out laughing?
No wonder why they call it magic.
Here’s Tyler, attempting to fix our cracked table with a piece of Scotch tape. Reminds me of when I tried to tape together the wing of a dying bird that my cat, Irving, left on our doorstep. Remember when there was no problem a roll of magic Scotch tape couldn’t fix? If Obama gets wind of this, he’ll be sticking it all over Congress.