standing at the counter in the kitchen
eating my breakfast with my right hand
bouncing a fussy baby in my left arm
oliver hitting me and screaming for more candy ("nandy, nandy, NANDY!")
the girls bickering in the living room.
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work it. own it.
oh, and i'm a college grad now. just sayin...
i am scared.
it's going around, belive me. I am convinced that giving holiday candy to kids is the absolute worst thing that a mom can do to herself (yet I continue to do it year after year). I think our easter bunny is going to start bringing carrots and santa might just start bringing heads of lettuce - think how quickly they'd fill up the stockings!
pure awesomeness.
but with lar . . . a little scared.
wow, our mornings sound eerily similar...hope you enjoyed your cereal though, it's amazing what you can tune out when you are hungry enough :D
you want me to do it, don't you?
you're begging for it.
you're such a mom.
ah, poor oliver. give that kid some candy QUICK!
Nice. Sounds a lot like my mornings and I'm with one less kid. I am, however, impressed you managed to get a picture during all that.
Also, that little Sawyer looks an awful lot like that husband of yours. The Ladle genes just may have finally stepped up.
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