|decorating with Bucky Balls|
|taking a picture of me, taking a picture of him|
|Oh, how I love this man!|
Following a squabble,
which resulted in a major violation
(interrupting Mom's sunsoaking /quiet time when there was no emergency)
which resulted in a passionate (one-sided) discussion
about selfishness and laziness vs loving and serving others,
the kids decided that they were 'giving' Tyler and I a date.
(Never mind that we would rather just have them
get ready for, and actually go to bed
There was dancing.
And fancy clothes.
And many (many) offers for more water/carrots/broccoli.
These pictures are blurry,
but they remind me
that as much as I feel like a failure as a mother
far more often than I feel like I nailed it,
my kids are okay.