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Remember that shower renno? Yeah, the one I wouldn’t shut up about through out all of January? The oasis I created for myself? The tile I meticulously laid to created the sanctuary, the get away from everyone else? All for me? Yeah. That one? It has squatters. Meet Emmanuel and Rebbecca. And their stuff: (They...
’cause we are.
That’s MY BOY!! He’s got my legs and my speed (he’s just doing a much better job with them!)
LOVE this picture! I love that the referee is smiling and you can tell Jack is having the time of his life. Great shot!
Go, Jack, Go!!!!!!! Can’t wait to take in one of these games!!
The other day the cherubs were playing in the back yard, when the girl cherub got one of her famous/infamous nose bleeds. Being the quality mother that I am, I grabbed the chalk and camera, because there is no reason that perfectly good spilled blood should be wasted in my back yard! Yep, my MOY*...
C’mon–do you really think there’s room on the mantle for ANOTHER one of those MOY awards? (Or is it just a good excuse to do some more remodeling?)
you are the queen of all. i bow at your feet!!
Greatest. Picture. Ever. I’m seriously bowing to the genius here…
This morning, while I was installing hooks and molding in the mudroom . . . Jeff said to me . . . “You do realize that we just built and entire addition to our home, just to store our kids’ crap?” I just smiled and said. “Yes we did.”
I’m so excited, I’m obviously willing to humiliate myself for you people’s entertainment. You’re welcome.
Those are some great wiggling hips. I think I need to learn to shake like that. 🙂
Ah, the picture of quirkiness! Now with even more licensing goodness! yum
No matter what else comes and goes in the world, we’ll always have…the dance. I’m so excited for you, I could do a dance of my own. (But I won’t.)
I have to say I’m bitterly regretting having dial-up at the moment. It would probably take the better part of the afternoon for the video to load. I am tempted to give it a shot though–heck, it’s almost worth going to the library to use the Internet there but I wouldn’t want the sweaty, mumbling guy with whom I would undoubtedly have to share an armrest to be looking over my shoulder the whole time.
You are so so so so cute. Congratulations.
Don’t think I haven’t noticed that Becca hasn’t once averted her eyes while I’m in the shower. I’m not saying anything, I’m just saying…
First of all, Jeff, Becca was probably scared to death – and poor thing only has one pair of shoes! Love the squatters – we have them too – only they are 3-d and for some reason prefer my shower over theirs. They use my razor and leave their crrrrrap.
Oh–THAT kind of squatting! You scared me for a minute.