I have zero time to blog lately, but I'm aching to write. So instead, I'll dump all my Instagram pics for the last 2 weeks on you. You're welcome.
Chairs. Food. Germs. We share it all in this family. Until we don't want to and then we beat/bite each other.
Bounce house = baby heaven. But only after the big kids are out of it. Otherwise, bounce house = OMGthey'retryingtokillme!!!!
I love snuggling with this boy. It's one of the best parts of my day.
I totally bought this from HobLob because I definitely need to measure how much snow we get here in Florida this winter.
Every time we get in the car, Kiernan rips off his left shoe & props his leg up on Brennan's seat. If you can't tell, that puts his foot about 3 inches from Brennan's face (when he's in it. He's clearly not in this pic.). Brennan no likey. Shrieks of anger ensue.
Teaching brother how to draw lines and squares. AKA trying to keep brother from eating the chalk.
Angry face when Big Boy (his elf) flew to the North Pole early because Brennan was being insanely disrespectful to his Daddy during dinner. So of course Big Boy had to go tell Santa. And of course meltdown ensued because "I don't have any reindeers to go to the North Pole to tell Santa that I'm sorry!"
Mr. Beckett & I had a solo weekend trip to Michigan. By far, the easiest kid to travel with.
He kills me.
Mr. Beckett playing with Larry, his godfather.
Flight back to FL - I take back what I said about being the easiest to fly with. Holy balls was he cranky and hard to deal with. Then he finally passed out 5 minutes before we landed. Of course.
WOO to the HOO. Sippin' some DC after picking up some new contacts and heading to get my head shrunk. It's amazing what I live for these days.
This is my life. Always pulling short people off of things they aren't supposed to be on and getting death stares for it.
Yeah. This too. Note to self - remember to take their name tags off after they go to school.
Delighted with the fuzzy socks Grammy sent him. Also? Why does he look 12 here. Jesus boy slow down with the growing.
This day the nation mourned the loss of 20 babies and the brave adults who died trying to protect them. That night I snuggled my baby a little longer than usual.
Grammy, Grampy, TT, & Aunt Shell sent a play house for Christmas. Huge hit. Huge.
And of course my boys take advantage of every opportunity to climb whatever they can.
I put up some outdoor decorations. I love them. What I do not love is the fact that I was sweating to death while putting them up. Seriously. WTF Florida?