We're all suffering from the grouchies lately. Kaleia constantly has the violent flatulance of a large man spurning his lactose intolerance with a diet of Cheetos and milk. Magnolia is scrapbooking hair and various household items to her face using nasal secretions. And Mama and Papa are on a rigorous night-time training regimen to become zombies.
Today, while bathing to remove the crusty snot from her hair, Magnolia wagged her outstretched arm and shouted "No! No! No!" at her bath toys that were encroaching on her side of the tub.
You know something's wrong when your toys start annoying you.
3 comments:
You guys sure have wonderful genes. For all the sleeping they are not doing, these kids are picture book beautiful. It does get better
Annie N
Oh poor Rushes!!! You guys are awesome, and I hope you find some perks in your zombie-dom. And you probably ought to get some blackmail pictures of Magnolia's facial decupage. I would. ;)
BAH-HA!
You know something's wrong when your toys start annoying you.
I'm still chuckling about that.
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