not shaving cream this time.

Hashtag while i was nursing. 

THANK YOU MAX:) 

Of course she said "he WANTED me too."

cause that's always her answer.

word on the street is that the concrete is stained for life.

just getting ready for st patty's over here.

that's what i have to say to that.

meet coolie, the baby gate

lately coolie is on baby gate duty.

i knew i liked that 6 foot bear.

my poor computer gets the wrath of the baby man.

the router just keeps hanging on by a thread!

coolie's back on the other hand...

i have some mending to do.

i have a rotting pumpkin on my doorstep {vacation hangover}

while i was in the shower,
brennan had christmas early.
then max found the floss.
i knew she smelled minty.
then brennan found the rest of the floss and finished it off while i was putting max to bed.
and while i was rolling the floss back up
(don't ask me why i didn't just throw it out. i don't even know the answer to that),
he found the last of the tissue paper and well,
it wasn't really that bad.
heaven bless good friends that bring a double dose of medication for migraines to your door:)
have mercy.
i loathe the day after vacation ends.

it's funny.

when the chaos ensues one thing after another.

it just starts to get funny.

slap happy funny.

really,

i'm being serious.

max was here.

max was missing.
who knows for how long.
i was vacuuming.
and then i was making mac and cheese.
i swore she was watching Aladdin with the boys.
she wasn't.
then i found her.
playing in the toilet like she was a cat in the fish bowl.
with her shirt and a 3 foot radius soaked in "fish bowl" water.
it was gross.
and funny.
in a gross "oh no" i can't help laughing kind of way.
so i closed the door.
washed max's hands.
stripped off her shirt.
ate a pot of mac and cheese with the kids.
and two hours later remembered i had half a roll of wet toilet paper laying on the floor in my bathrooms upstairs.
with a 3 foot radius of pooling water.
oops!
thank you beach towels and paper garbage bags:)
and soap.
MAX=TROUBLE