All the talk about blogging today, and now I can't think of a thing to say. Not one. That's pretty rare for me.
Okay- well here's something. The other night we were all out at dinner. (Which is sadly almost the only time we all sit down and eat together.) And for some reason I started telling the big boys stories about when they were little. And they were cracking up. I think we forget that even though they were technically there, they don't usually remember it.
Like when Josh was about 4 and asked me "Mom, are we driving like a idiot?" "No, Josh." "Oh, just all those other people are?"
This evening was a little rough. The babies were off their schedule today (all my mom friends can chime in here) so they didn't get an afternoon nap. This is why that's a bad thing:
That's a seriously tired, sad baby. Awww...
Abby was sad too, but she perked up when she saw I was taking her picture. lol
She's such a cheeseball.
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It would be nice to know if anyone is reading this. Thanks. (I promise I'll be wittier next time. I'm pretty funny most of the time. At least I think so.)