As I type this Trent you are sweeping up the glitter that you got into and dumped all over the floor and Presley you are demanding the grapes off my plate. Bradley and Parker are coming over to go swimming at Mr Goosemans house, my freshly straightened up house is quickly falling apart. And I'm getting irritated and frustrated because all I want to do is eat my sandwich and figure out how to use this google plus thing to upload the pictures straight from my phone!! And now I just called you over, since you're either fighting over the sweeping job of the glitter or play fighting each other, to explain what I am doing for you...writing this blog so that we can all rememeber these precious times!!LOL. Yes they are precious and while I still slip up and lose my cool when I know better...we are thriving more these days than surviving.
In the care singing "the ants go marching one by one hurrah hurrah..." You guys kept saying "Just one more time please!!!!"
You finally fell asleep....you guys...just talk talk talk, play play play. It is hard to share a bed. But it is almost over, our exchange students go home in three days!
You left your blanky in SF and I think I am more sad than you :( boo....I remember nursing you with the blanket and rubbing it on your cheek. You used to call it mamma, then manuk, then banket, then blanket. But I love birds, and you do too. You have found a new lovey, I think.
At you 4 year check-up. All good!
Washing you in a quick rinse int he sink.
batdog! You picked the star wars theme music for the paw lol.
"I am just rearranging the cookies mamma" sure Trent, sure ya are.
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