Soooo, we caved and purchased an official bunk bed. It is pretty sweet, not going to lie. If I wasn’t of odd porportions and water buffalo-ish, I might climb up there and give B a snuggle just so I could live the dream. But it is what it is and we have squeezed our boo’s goodnight and 1.5 hours later we have one jumping of the top bunk playing superman, and Weeman coming to the top of the stairs telling me he’s ‘hooongry’. Chad and I are both too tired to make another trip up there and threaten their piggy banks away, so I think we have silently agreed to ignore them and hope for the best. Now that right there is some noteworthy parenting.
On the crafting front, I am so darn proud of myself for so not so perfectly painting the frames of 2 big old bulletin boards. Well, some masking tape would have done me good, but just so I don’t get too down on myself, black looks better than metal. And it is one thing I can mark off my 713 item to do list. Yay me.
Category: Weeman
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A bunk bed story.
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What they did…
While I was gone. You think they missed me? Me thinks not. Daddy made sure to do LOTS of fun memorable stuff. Stop 1: Adventure City.
Don’t mind the belly shirt. In my defense, the 3 yr. old is outgrowing a 4t. Can’t keep up. I promise no genie in a bottle moves.
getting to be the drivers and push all the buttons!?
Weston-who do you love?
This looks like a skiball about to go very wrong.
Stop 2: Angel Game
More belly. Weston is getting embarrassed.
Did you think Weeman wouldn’t find a pretty blonde to snuggle up with?They then went to MawMaws and PawPaws to spend a day in the pool and go down the waterslide a trillion times. You can guess what my greeting was like. “Oh. Hi mom. {sigh}.” -
Boys are funny.
At least mine are. To all you non parentals out there who I doubt read my blog: something no one ever tells you-your kids will be funny. They will make you laugh, and pee your pants. (when pregnant).
So….what has been going on lately you ask? All kinds of shenanigans. First off, little Stink breaking off a 12 foot branch. Single-handedly. It doesn’t look that big, but you know proud mama bird measured that sucker. I walk out to him shouting to Weeman: “Westchon! Real superheros break trees.”
B doing the happy dance over his conquest.
Big boy eating cereal. At least his chin is;)
I thought I stumbled upon gold when I saw this.
Didn’t even phase Stink. I really don’t even think he noticed our son was wearing a donkey tail necklace amidst his trying to teach a 3 year old the mechanics of a curve ball.
But he was. So I made sure to capture the moment.
At dinner for fathers day. Is he my kid? Or is he my kid?
Weeman trying to rock his way out of high chair land at father’s day dinner.
My sweet in laws. Such a fun night!
