And his personality!!! He's like no other.
Fear our mad wrapping skillz.
But I'll slap something up here anyway.
Today Christian is home with me. Apparently teachers need to have meetings and workshops and workdays and other such nonsense, and don't like having their classrooms filled with unsupervised children while they do.
I don't get it.
So I have all three. And am being tortured with all the Thomas the Tank Engine shows and other cartoons too goofy to even describe.
I completed Christian's costume over the weekend, and somehow got the boys' done, too. So they're ready to be dressed up as three of the
most annoying cutest kids EVAH.
Now I need to get motivated. I need to get dressed and go into town to Hobby Lobby. I think I need to find some studs to bedazzle something.
my precious, sweet angels the three yayhoos decided to bitch-slap me put an end to my SuperMom status and pushed me off my self-imposed pedestal.
Hubs told me that when he arrived home at 2:30 this morning, Christian was still up. STILL. UP. As in, had not been asleep yet. I put her to bed at 8:30 last night, and she decided to stealth-play in her room.
At snack time, Cullen left his half-full glass (sure wish it had been half-empty) of lemonade (sugary, syrupy sweet lemonade) where Chubs could get to it. Since Chubs is a drink whore, he grabbed it, attempted to drink it, but ended up pouring it out all over himself and my clean floors.
Side note: look how gigantic that baby is! He's freaking HUGE!
No wonder I called him Gigantor when he was born. Well, that and the fact that he weighed ten pounds.
Don't worry; they're still alive.But I put all three of them to bed before sunset.
And... just to be really mean... I'm taking the boys to get their shots tomorrow.
And here's the finished cake, along with the diaper cake I also made.
For every toy I placed on the diaper cake, I made an edible one to match.
Everything is completely edible, and made by hand.