poobou:
These two climbed in my bed, and they're insisting that I get up and, like, feed them & stuff. Rude.
poobou:
Camped out in line eating cookies while we wait for this mall Santa to get back from his break.
poobou:
The Guy's birthday is tomorrow. This is part of the card Catie made for him. No lie, I almost cried.
poobou:
Both of my kids look like POWs. It's just snack time, I swear. (And yeah, Lucy is wearing a toddler leash. She put it on herself. I don't know why.)