Somehow

I'm pretty sure this was one of those times when Jonah was just too tired for his own good, but because I didn't let him get out of the car with me to walk two steps to the movie drop box, Jonah began shouting at me "Mom, I hate you." (which Ellie then proceeded to echo) and, "Somehow I don't like you, Mom."

To this Jonah, I would reply, "Somehow, I still love you to pieces."

The rest of the evening was bliss. We took baths, read stories and went to bed without so much as a "Mom, I have to do tinkles (again)...or Mom, I need a drink...or Mom, come lay down with me and tell me another hunting story." I felt like saying, "So, you still hate me then? That kiss goodnight and the 'Mom, carry me to bed like a baby'... that was all your way of showing me how much you hate me?"

I'll take it.

The little monsters, minus Char ...Josh excluded :)

Markers for Lunch

Good thing I've switched to Crayola.

Spaghetti Paint

Kind of copying Heather on this one...still, the spaghetti shots are classic, are they not?

Shove with love...

Ta-da!

Pleased as punch

What you get when a 2 year old paints your toes...


We should have spent that time painting the walls instead...gross!