I no longer have three 5 year olds. We are down to two.
Felpsy missed being a Leap Day baby by moments, or so I’m told since I have no official record of his birth.
Here he is showing off his killer smile.
I hope it wasn’t really the worst birthday ever.
love you baby doll.
Princess was in the shower this morning. She has hair that needs to be washed and styled on a daily basis. I will give you an example, now this is not a judgment, rather an observation.
Medusa was modeled after my Princess.
It’s snakes with a rats nest or twelve weaved in.
So, we shower in the morning to try to mitigate some of that.
Somewhere in between the wash cycle and the condition cycle she screamed at me….
“You got me wet with water.”
Well, baby, you can’t argue with that.
No, it’s not about that.
It’s about five year old boys and walkie talkies.
Hilarity.
Boog received a pair of walkies for his birthday. So excited was he that he threw me one and ran off.
“Mom can you hear me?” He yelled from the bedroom.
Pressing my button, I instructed him to “push the button and then talk.”
He squawked it and again yelled, “Mom, can you hear me?”
“You have to HOLD the button down.”
I heard him open his channel but he didn’t say anything.
“Now say something.” I yelled back to him.
He released his button and yelled back something to me.
“Press the button, hold it down, and talk, then let go of the button.”
He brought me his walkie, said “These aren’t any fun,” and walked away.
