Daffs

I can tell when I'm ready for spring to happen...my journal becomes a large collage of flowers, "almost flowers," and anything that has to do with the outside :)

On a side note, Mr C is currently using my ever growing belly as a ramp for his toys...

And as I was in the other room and the kids were having breakfast this morning, the kids shared the following conversation:
Mr C: "Poop"
Ms B: "Stop saying poop, we don't say that."
Mr C: " Poop. Poop. Poop."
Ms B: "STOP saying that!!!"
Ms B: "Mommy, he keeps saying Poop! I keep asking him nicely to stop, but he won't!!!"
Mr C: "Poop. Poop. Poop. Poop. Poop....." You get the picture.

Oh, the sibling rivalry...takes me back to what my brother and I used to put my mom through.