Friday, April 17, 2009

It's Friday...

Today: late for MOPS, lunched at home, napped, played at the park, time outs at Kroger meant being forced to ride in the buggy, grilled out, mini ice cream sammies for the girls, made no bake cookies, bath time meant washing their feet off with a warm washcloth before they even got in the tub b/c their feet were just that filthy, bedtime included numerous knock-knock jokes and many versions of "I see stripes, I see stars, I see __________'s dirty drawers"or "I see stripes, I see stars, I see ___________'s not wearing drawers". (My dad made the mistake of saying this is something they used to say when he was a little boy in the 1930's or early 1940's.)

1 comment:

Oskar said...

Thanks for stopping by my blog today & helping.

I love your profile. I see myself in everything you wrote, except I don't have a station wagon (I want one though) & I have to boys who are 13 & 17. No more boo-boo healing for me except the occasional heartbreak.