On Friday, Reese had pigtails.
She rocked them. She rocked them good.
On Saturday, she had post-pigtails or as we liked to call them, Ewok ears.
Still harnessing The Force or whatever. (Ewoks had The Force, right?) Reesie has The Fierce.
Sunday, Henry and I went to see a movie. Jeremy stayed home to tend Reese's hair.
But half-way through he wanted to bail and insisted we go home. Once we walked through our front door he announced that he wanted to go swimming. Um, I don't think so. This is as close to a dip in the pool as he got.
That's right. My three (soon to be four year old) lounged for the remainder of the evening on a blow up float mat.
Also, for some odd reason, Jeremy went target shooting with a giant.
Seriously, folks. My husband (the smaller one on the left) is just over 6 feet tall. Would you look at the size of his gun toting friend, Pedro? How big is he?! Pedro once brought us bagels of love.
Seriously, folks. My husband (the smaller one on the left) is just over 6 feet tall. Would you look at the size of his gun toting friend, Pedro? How big is he?! Pedro once brought us bagels of love.
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This is probably all I will post until the end of the week. I'm falling behind on the other part of my life and my entire house. Remember that laundry pile? Yeah, it's still there. I've resorted to using my "chairdrobe" to get myself dressed every morning. I will still visit all of you this week and comment religiously on your blogs. (I didn't mean to imply that I'll be spewing religious thoughts in your comment sections. My words will remain solely secular.) However, if something crizazy happens before this week is up, don't think I won't immediately extricate myself from my chores and share it with the internets. Peace out.
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