Wordless Wednesday~ Apple. Tree. Not far.

                                                        Apple.               Tree.

TOTT makes this face when he looks in the mirror. It's kinda Blue Steel-like. The whole of the American Dream teases him about this. The other night TOTT had given M a bath and had combed their hair so it matched. M looked in the mirror, made the face and said:

"I LOVE MAX"

Clear as a bell. I am in so much trouble 

I love you even though you smell like puke.

A Wordless Wednesday with words (you all know I can't be quiet). I used to know this awesome dad who always used to say "Peace! Be still!" when he needed his kids to be quiet. I try to tell myself that all the time.

It never works.

(Yes, I know he didn't make that phrase up.)

Dear Trader Joes Broccoli Bites,

My son loves you and therefore I love you.

Even though I think you smell like puke.

Thanks for getting veggies in my kid. 

Love, Me