no, really...this is it.

my life is not like a box of chocolates. it's the tree that falls in the woods and wonders if anyone heard the thud.

some days are like chocolate and cherries.
kwachhuhwh! (sorry, i was choking on my own sarcasm.)

other days your 10 month-old gets your iPhone and your memory gets maxed out with photos like this.

most days my husband is working. but when he isn't, and he has the kids,
he realizes that i need a break more than he needs me to rush home.

nordstrom anniversary sale. happy moment.

flat tire. not a happy moment.

"i swear i burn water" husband cooks an amazing dinner.
i'd be uber-mad about the horrific lie if i weren't so busy stuffing my face.

we could totally be on a soap opera, right?!

at least they colored on paper this time.

  

about how i feel most days too, schnookems.

only miss jane can get us all smiling at once.

borrowing my clothes already.

not my clothes...

this batch of blueberry pancakes came with maple syrup and butter.
because the high chair needed cleaning anyway, and so did his inner-ears.

daddy-daughter-ness.

poser.

i'd like to say they're like this all the time, but i don't think
i could stop laughing long enough to type straight.

yoga.

go-fish instead of mickey mouse clubhouse. win!

seriously, siri...where do i hide the bodies?

just finished the naked-baby dance, now we're off to conquer the backyard.
that is, as soon as we run over our little brother with the babydoll stroller.

a. i get a lot done when the kids are away. like catching up on Days and popping bon-bons. *imeanworking...*
b. we had at least a dozen screaming fits today. hence, 'coming in hot...' top gun. tom cruise. not a coincidence.

and at times like this, one golfs indoors.