Driving…driving is harrowing. Especially with 3 active boys ages 3, 5, and 7 trapped like flies in the web of your vehicle. But we were saved from annihilation by Hank the CowDog on CD.
Sweet Boy#1–Caught chewing a mouthful of thumbtacks in bed. Why…I would appreciate any marvelous or even harebrained theories.
Laundry is harrowing. My boys went through about 3 sets of clothing a day…each. That’s 9 pairs of pants, 9 shirts, and more than 9 pairs of undies every day. We did a lot of laundry, but on the positive side a huge nest for mutants was constructed, trees were climbed and a river system was dug in the yard.
Someone put a plastic snake in the bottom of my sleeping bag. I suspect a nephew. Can anyone guess who?
Sweet Boy#1–Scratched his brother’s name into the shiny new surface of his new dresser with a pair of stolen eyebrow tweezers. I made them switch dressers.
And all 6 cousins had the most marvelous week in the history of Spring Breaks!