Internet, I love you. You know I do. Even though I haven't been READING your posts let alone COMMENTING. And then Phillip just informed me that we will be without internet access from Tuesday till Friday, which does not bode well for the Reading and Commenting OR my general wellbeing. Sob.
Why stand next to each other and smile for the camera when we can stuff these marshmallows into our mouths?
Seriously, Mom. You are clearly not getting it.
Just admit it. Easter is a bust this year. SAY IT.
And while I'm posting pictures...
Looking down at Molly from the top floor of the house, through the stairwell, to the bottom. Hello blue carpet!
Living room, glimpse of Wide Hallway and Indoor Kitchen Window.
Kitchen. We're hoping our table doesn't completely swallow the eating space. The little roof you see out the window is the top of the detached garage.
Jack, having just been caught hiding in the closet. There are many places to hide in this house. I'm afraid.
Label on one of the boxes my MIL scored from her hospital workplace. I'm hopeful one of the boys helping us move tomorrow night notices. Because I am twelve.