I am boy flower boy- watch me grow!


During all of this, I hear #5 rustling around, chattering away. He played happily for quite a while. Eventually I got out of bed and started his breakfast since I wasn’t sleeping anyway. #s 3 and 4 were both asleep, snuggled up next to one another. It was adorable! I knew the flash would probably wake them, so I didn’t take a picture. (Since they were both up

I didn't capture that, but I did capture the post-breakfast (but pre-cleanup) jam faces... well, most of them. #2 had already washed up, and #5 didn't have any jam... We had quite the sticky black raspberry mess!
We got #s 1 and 2 dropped off at school this morning, and I

“Surprise, Mom! I’m a flower!” He starts to pop up from the floor, but he is moving in super-dooper slow motion… like the slow motion of slow motion. “Tell me to grow, Mom. Say, ‘Grow, grow, grow!’” So I tell my little flower to grow, grow, grow, and he eventually grows big enough for me to pull him over the backseat. I picked my flower, smelled it, and said what a

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2 Comments:
Glad you were able to stay cheerful and sane even with your early morning! And I'm glad #3 and #4 went back to sleep for you! That never seems to work for me! :)
He had you fooled. :-)
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