Some days I look back on my posts and feel that I write a disproportionate amount of posts about naughty children.
Some days I look back on my posts and feel that I write about such a small portion of the things that make my hair go grey that as readers you are really missing the true flavor of life here.
I’m pretty sure the direction that feeling takes is directly related to whether or not my kitchen has undergone any flooding activity in the last 12 hours.
Today the kitchen stayed dry, and while good behavior and normal days don’t make for interesting stories they do hold some very sweet pictures.
Listening to Ivy “reading” to Clara as she puts her down for a nap is one of my favorite things, sneaking a few pictures through the keyhole was even better!