Woah. Just woah. My weekend was a little ridiculous.
Let’s start with how my hair looked on Friday.
Then Tara threw eggs at me.
Then Charlotte thought the nail polish was lip gloss and applied it liberally. To the car.
I paid for my coffee with a handful of quarters.
The end may be upon us because my parent’s driveway was littered with animal remains.
Charlotte found both the jar of Nutella (which I can’t find ANYWHERE now) and a marker.
Then insisted on dressing like this:
And at one point, this:
Then I felt brave and posted this picture of myself with the tiny kitten:
Woah. It looks like I have just given birth and it’s our first picture together? I mean, I know I totally look awesome. My hair could not be greasier (who showers on the weekend?!) and my skin is just glowing…..let’s not forget to mention the look in Olive’s eyes.
I have no shame. Or pride. How does that saying go again?
Let’s end the weekend with this:
That’s Danny icing his wrist. This was about 2 minutes before I told him he needed to buck up and help me pack up and take a load of our stuff to the new house whether his wrist hurt or not. It’s not my fault he decided to stop and skateboard and then fall and hurt himself! And besides, I was stuck with the little ones all weekend!
Oops. It’s fractured. He has to meet with an orthopedic surgeon. But at least we got some boxes moved.
Poor me, poor me. (poor dan? whatev.)
Oh, but the weekend wasn’t all bad even a little bit.
We discovered fresh strawberries.
Alice helped with the babies.
The B and C sisters got to play.
I got a ton of stuff moved out of our house.
The babies were adorable and sweet (for the most part)
And I got a Taco Time out, ate Fazzari’s with some of my favorite people, and swam.
la la la la la la laaaaaaa life is wonderful.
(that’s a jason mraz song, fyi. it’s good. download it.)