Hanging With My Homies

I get to spend most of my hours of most of my days with these kids.  Routine? Sure.  Chaotic?  Always.  Fun? Absolutely.  Sometimes I have to remind myself how lucky I am. . . to be needed (all at once by 4 screaming kids.)  Or how rewarding it is to fix a nice dinner. . . (only to have it stay on their plates even after dinner is over.)  Lately I get on my treadmill to take a break.  Go figure.  

Here is how we've been rolling lately: 

Ruby loves to put barrettes in hair.  Her hair.  My hair.  During RS meetings.  Whenever.

 She also loves to sport her leotard, albeit with some rather interesting choices of accessories.

 All four of us crammed into the rocking chair.  Some of the best naps are taken here, all squished together.  Just don't ask me to get out to answer the phone.

A cheap case of eyeshadow has offered lots of entertainment and a bit of relaxation for me.

 

 Mommy-Daughter date.  Being silly in the dressing room while I fed Delsie.

 Poo-Poo Pants.  Where this ever originated, I will never know.  But this much I do know, the kids love Brent to put the blanket on them like a giant diaper.  They beg him to.  Strange

An occasional nap makes everyone happier, Mom included.