Right now my kids are swinging, picking raspberries, and building potato bug habitats in the back yard.
Doesn't that just sound like a picture?
Never fear. An hour ago they were all zoned out in front of that infernal show Octonauts. I swear that if I hear Captain Barnacle's voice one more time I'm going to bust a cap on his cartoon polar bear butt.
Anyway. Right now they're picking raspberries and soaking up sunshine. But that's not all the time, is it?
Sometimes I'm a mom like this.
Most of the time I'm a mom like this.
Sometimes Tyler and I are all:
Most of the time we're like:
I'm going to share the picturesque stuff. Please. Of course I am.
But now and again I will show you my double chin, and just what my toy room looks like most of the time.
Important Update: They are no longer playing happily in the back yard. They are now crowded in our little office area, talking/crying/screaming at me simultaneously, while I desperately try to finish this post.
Doesn't that just sound like a picture?
Never fear. An hour ago they were all zoned out in front of that infernal show Octonauts. I swear that if I hear Captain Barnacle's voice one more time I'm going to bust a cap on his cartoon polar bear butt.
Anyway. Right now they're picking raspberries and soaking up sunshine. But that's not all the time, is it?
Sometimes I'm a mom like this.
Most of the time I'm a mom like this.
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| Also, let's not forget the yelling. Which I don't have a picture of. |
Sometimes Tyler and I are all:
Most of the time we're like:
I'm going to share the picturesque stuff. Please. Of course I am.
But now and again I will show you my double chin, and just what my toy room looks like most of the time.
Important Update: They are no longer playing happily in the back yard. They are now crowded in our little office area, talking/crying/screaming at me simultaneously, while I desperately try to finish this post.
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