Daddy demonstrates how to step on a stinging caterpillar.

The aide in the boys’ class is always telling me about how they love to look at themselves in the mirror while they’re washing their hands. Little egomaniacs!

Hey, it’s our house! From the upstairs window of the almost-completed, previously-derelict building across the street. Very, very exciting. We’ve been waiting eight years for this!

This little spikey tube of evil is the reason I hate springtime in New Orleans, in spite of the beautiful weather.

Jerks.

Took the boys with me to Old Navy after school, and they fit right in with the mannequins…

Yesterday, I had the quite brilliant idea of washing the car with the boys. It was a gorgeous weekend, so after we got home from a birthday party, we got the buckets and sponges and soap out and went to town. The boys had a great time, my car got (mostly) clean, and then afterwards, I washed their hair and hosed them off, so bathtime was done outside too!

I am so efficient.

I had a very busy day. I did a 5K in the morning, then went to my cousin’s wife’s baby shower, then took myself to a movie, then grocery shopping. So lots of opportunities for a photo (well, maybe not the grocery store) but since I didn’t have my camera with me today, you’re going to get this silly self-portrait I took after the shower. Because my hair was lookin’ good.

My sweet Milesy puked at school, so I had to go get him. We snuggled on the sofa for a while and he was better by the time he woke up. Love sweet sleeping boys!

The boys and I went to a friend’s birthday party after school. We got to ride the carousel over and over and over again. So fun!

(Oh, and it was *my* friend, not theirs…)

Love being able to get naturally lit photos of the boys. Here’s Miles (again…oops) with the latest obsession, Mr Pencil Saves Doodleburg on the Leappad.

Look at my beautiful row of All-Clad measuring cups and spoons! Kristina gave these to me for Christmas. Well, half of them were on backorder and arrived today. Ahhh, so pretty!

Miles would wash his hands for hours if we let him. By contrast, his brothers would never wash theirs if given the chance. I don’t know which is more annoying. Hmm.