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Life hasn't been too eventful around here the last few days. Just doing STUFF. You know, the everyday kind of stuff that you can never really put your finger on?? Yeah. So this is just a random picture post of the kids and their crazy "at home doing stuff" antics.
Quincey girl is into EVERYTHING. No cupboard is safe, no corner unexplored, and no speck of dirt left on my floor, because if it was there, I will see it in her diaper tomorrow. Yeah, the other day I found the plastic part of a clothing price tag in her diaper. Oops...
Case in point:
(I'm sure there will be more evidential photographs to come..)
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At our house we have TONS of yogurt containers around. We go through it like there is no tomorrow. Luckily the kids like to play with them.
Last night I came into the room to this scene:
Where do they come up with this stuff?
He could barely walk. It was hysterical watching him try to peg leg it around the family room.
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Quincey has already taken a kinship to jewels. Whenever these are around, she promptly puts them around her neck, and keeps them there as long as she can manage. (i.e. until Carson decides they are his)
And of course, as is the norm lately, when I am taking a picture of Quin, Car demands that it be of him instead. Forget it though if I actually WANT him in the picture.
THE END
Quincey girl is into EVERYTHING. No cupboard is safe, no corner unexplored, and no speck of dirt left on my floor, because if it was there, I will see it in her diaper tomorrow. Yeah, the other day I found the plastic part of a clothing price tag in her diaper. Oops...
Case in point:
(I'm sure there will be more evidential photographs to come..)
******
At our house we have TONS of yogurt containers around. We go through it like there is no tomorrow. Luckily the kids like to play with them.
Last night I came into the room to this scene:
Where do they come up with this stuff?
He could barely walk. It was hysterical watching him try to peg leg it around the family room.
******
Quincey has already taken a kinship to jewels. Whenever these are around, she promptly puts them around her neck, and keeps them there as long as she can manage. (i.e. until Carson decides they are his)
And of course, as is the norm lately, when I am taking a picture of Quin, Car demands that it be of him instead. Forget it though if I actually WANT him in the picture.
THE END
4 comments:
life is pretty uneventful over here too. i feel like all i do all day is run errands, paint, fed max, play with him, paint some more, sleep...:)
i love Quin's jammies. sassy cute!
oh and i have that same PB bench you have, expect mine is black. I like the white ones too though.
i meant feed max, not "fed max."
oh boy. proof i'm overly tired:)
your captions are freaking hilarious. I often laugh out loud while reading your blog
Oh "stuff"...you've always got stuff, Ern. Good to know nothing has changed.
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