Tuesday, September 15, 2009
ROCKET. Rock it. wreck it.
life with boys.
i cannot decorate for fall with a candle, the house will burn, nor can i use tablecloths for they will fall.
I CAN play forts for seventeen hours straight.
The vacuum is a horse, works hard and gets ridden. clydesdale.
lots of hair, all over the place. and my boys are not pansies. well, if they are, then so be it. but its not because of the hair.
The soundtrack of our lives is star wars-ian interspersed with singsong-ian.
blasters and itsybitsies.
you know what i'm saying.
and here we are again.