Once you have kids, you never go from point A to point B. You always, always, always, stop at C, G and probably P.
Middle Guy had a haircut scheduled last week. We walked the half(ish) mile there because it was a beautiful day. On our way home, the kids wanted to climb the swedish horse. So I huffed and puffed and pushed them up the backside. (They thought that was pretty humorous. Butt-talk is still VERY funny to the boys.)
Aren't they cute? Yes, Daughter is too tall for her pants. Yes, Little Guy has on Christmas socks. Yes, Middle Guy for once does not have his thumbs up sign goin on!
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