NOT READY TO GIVE UP ON MY SAD BLOG

... just yet anyway. So I'll post in smaller, less overwhelming, posts. I NEED to. I don't scrapbook, or record anything. I'm pretty sure my kids will need record of their childhood for their future therapy sessions. Although now that I'm thinking about it- maybe the photographic proof of my negligence, written in my own words will backfire on me. Hmmm. Maybe I didn't think this through.

This is FAR less PG than it looks. This is sweet little Abby. Her mom and I trade babysitting while we work. Crew is super sweet to her, and loves to bring her drinks and get her toys.

She loves to snuggle up to him on the couch. I swear neither of these pictures where staged. So cute!

Awww... little Tyke and his daddy. We all adore this little terror. He's so naughty. Crew was (is) crazy, and busy, and curious... but I always felt like his craziness, was just sincere curiosity. Tyke, on the other hand, KNOWS he's being naughty. And worse than that- HE LIKES IT. He's definitely not my most friendly child... and unless you live in our house, you would never know that he has a super cute personality.

Sometimes when I get home from work, the girls leave me notes. I loved this one. I love how Pyper and Elle are fighting on my love note. Pyper wrote a note first, and Elle copied her... so Pyper just wanted to let me know. Then of course Elle had to write 'no she didn't' Pretty funny.

Pyper decided to run for student council president. So while I worked at the gym Thurs. Fri. Sat., had a birthday party Sat, and made t-shirts, posters, and fliers like a crazy person- My house sat, and most certainly didn't clean itself. The picture is taken at this angle so you can't see the PILES of dishes in the sink and the groceries (from Thurs) still sitting on the table. I did however, put away the milk.

Okay. That's it for now. I have to work on dance team competition choreography. I will figure out how to be a sane working mom... it may be at the expense of bathed children in matching clothes and an actual meal- but whatever. That's what Ramen is for... right?