This year, we are celebrating every day. Luckily, these celebrations will no longer include confetti poppers because we popped them all.
And better looking familiy dinners! We had one. It looked cute.
Until Mr. Peepers ate his damn corn
zOMG. Harry and Jack look so much like their dad:
Jack is yawning in this picture, which reminds me of the picture we used on his birth announcement
But this picture? He is totally losing his shit because he DID NOT WANT to leave the bouncy house place we went to on NYD. We took them to jump themselves silly hoping for the elusive simul-nap, but those things never happen when we try to hard to make them happen, and we were hung over-ish and tired and had to get on the equipment and jump, too, because our kids are so little. Despite our presence, they still got knocked all to hell by 6 year-olds with giant feet who never learned how to take turns because they probably didn't go the the Little Gym and whose parents were relaxing and texting on the the benches that lined the room, and we left after only 45 minutes, and Jack WAS NOT HAPPY. In conclusion, I think we'll have his 2nd birthday party there.
We've been buying these little ice cream bon-bons from Trader Joe's because they are only 60 calories and are delicious, but the kids make a huge mess with them, and they are only the size of half dollars. Such an outsized mess for a minitreat.
Speaking of messes, oh my holy hell look at my room at the end of a typical afternoon. We were moments away from hearing the garage door open --FREEDOM! THE BACK UP HAS ARRIVED! I AM FREEE-- signaling Ben's arrival and dinner time, which was a good thing because there was nothing else left to destroy. Practically.
Usually, Harry is sitting on Jack when I discover them like this
Ahhh, naps. I hope to take more of them in the new year.