Some days our house gets turned upside down. Like the other day when the boys pulled everything off the changing table, put their pillows on the shelves, and pretended it was bunk beds.
Thankfully Cruz called the higher bunk, ha ha
Some days we all work together to clean those messes up.
Some days we like to let the breeze blow on our faces.
...and some days on our feet.
Some days we crawl under the table and pig out on our secret stash of Tootsie Rolls. Other days we hide under the picnic table with mama's giant Hersey bar from Mother's Day.
Some days my big boy likes to pretend to be the baby.
And some days my baby likes to do big boy stuff.
Somedays are harder than others, but all days bring some type of fun.
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