This one and I always look like we should be camping. Believe it or not, we get some pretty amazing shit done for moms and kids and babies in the state of Minnesota. At least we try.
So last Thursday was a snow day....
...we did arts & crafts...
...we bouldered...
...we did science experiments...
....we went to family night and played with baby foxes, lemurs, and kangaroos....
It was not a bad Thursday.
Then there was the time this guy found a tennis ball.
....and two minutes later.
So the other night Asher and I were really frustrated with each other. I was trying to get the boys rounded up for bedtime and was yelling at Ash from the bathroom to come brush his teeth. He kept saying, "I'm in the middle of something, hold on!" and then came into the bathroom and did something naughty and we started fighting again. We snuggled after reading a book and he said, "Mom, this was one of those nights where we did not get along" and I said "I know honey, but I love you" and he said "I love you too" and squeezed my hand. I went out into the living room after turning off their light and throwing in a load of laundry, and this is what I found. His "just a minute!" yelling was stalling so that he could leave me this note on the window. Which I returned in kind.
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