I have a heck of a lot to catch up on on here. I have a heck of a lot of cleaning to catch up on in my house too. We're not even going to go into detail about the mountains of laundry that are currently waiting to be rotated, hung, and folded (how, in heaven's name, does one man and three small children create more laundry in the five days I'm out of town then we typically do in at least a week and a half?!?).
However, I've currently decided that my mouth hurts and I'm not going to do anything much for the rest of the afternoon...except laundry (the lack of clean little girl panties makes that a necessity).
Let's just say that root canals (especially the big hairy-scary kind) really, really suck.
For now, this is all I have to contribute to the blogosphere. I promise I'll post more later. If I don't do it soon, I fear I'll drown in my own moving mess and won't surface for another month.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
The curls are back and dad's gonna be in trouble
Hey-la-day-la the curls are back.
Now sing that to the tune of The Angels' My Boyfriend's Back.
When I saw the girlies playing outside today, that was the first thing that came to mind (it's the first real humid and extra-warm day of the season). Every winter Spence and I wonder if the girls are losing their curls. They're still there during the cold, dry months, but just looser and less obvious. But, like clockwork, every spring they come back in full force to prove us wrong. Here's the proof:
Scarlett recently decided to try her hand at climbing the window panes. She was a little too successful for her own good.
Also, we're really mean parents.
The girls decided that this was the best way to turn themselves into butterflies. Lucky for us, this was the Friday before General Conference weekend, so we didn't have to take them to church with faint pink lines still on their faces. They're extra-lucky I'm not showing you the clothes-off pictures for posterity's sake. They did a wicked purple and blue number on their tummies.
That is all.
Enjoy your weekend!