Forgot the marshmellows.
Rex trimming trees.
Stink wearing Pip's pants.
Pip wearing no pants.
Only food cooked is what you see on the floor.
Inlaws arriving in 4 hours.
Zoloft stuffing anyone?
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5 comments:
They should just join in the fun and trade pants and sit on the floor. Looks like fun to me.
Looks like fun to me, too. I love to see happy kids just doing their thing.
I hope your day was everything you hoped it would be. With very little stress and much laugher.
Meno - They did have a blast on the floor. I don't know why more parents just don't let the kids go to town. The 10 minutes of clean up is worth the 1.5 hours of fun they have. And they learn. And, they even help clean. Kind of. Good skills all around.
Pam - I'm lucky that they are pretty happy kids. It'll break my heart one day if they go through that "I hate myself" stage. I'll just cry and cry.
One Tall Momma - It wasn't my favorite Thanksgiving, but not the worst. Probably harder because it was 3 years ago exactly that my dad died. Plus I made the food. And taking care of little ones. Thankful that they're here? OF course. But not exactly relaxing. I'll ease into responsibility slowly. Everyone, bear with me!
Stink is ROCKIN' Pip's pants.
Are those sesame noodles in the bowl? I'll be right over.
xoxo
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