I’m not big on pictures here. I have the best intentions, I really do, but I rarely get around to posting them.
Steve’s working today, and I hate when he works Sundays. The day seems longer than any other work day, the kids seem crankier, the afternoon seems more lonely.
I created a preemptive strike against a bad day. After breakfast, we headed to the park. Fresh air before 9am always makes kids calmer through the whole day. But fresh air before 9am mid-September is cause for wooly sweaters and rosy cheeks.
And guys? My babies are getting big.