thursday night ritual.

spelling pretest.

he always throws a fit saying i know them.

which he usually does.

finishes with an i told you so.

now if he only applied the learned words to his writing.

shoe soup, anyone?

whatever it takes to get us through the third night of baseball playoffs in a row.

we lost.

heartbroken pickle.

n~*crying* we won last year.

i haven't ever lost.

i don't know what to do.

crying's ok.

but cuddles from cassie's stuffed dog at church seemed to do the trick.

no small feat.

challenge met.

chicken fights.
3 boy totem pole...

almost.

 

there is a lot i like about this picture.

like the blue sno cone dripping from his lips.

but there were cuter ones i could have posted.

one where he is licking the blue sno cone from his spoon...precious.

one where he looks tiny next to the giant 5th graders handing them their sno cones.

one where he looks so sweet sitting in his carseat sucking his thumb.

but none of those captured these lashes like this.

playroom for sam.

workout room for me.

bedroom for charlie.

sam got to dance and watch himself in the mirrors.

i got in a good work out.

charlie got some much needed rest.

we are on day 5 of this virus.

looking like day 6 for tomorrow.