I have some stuff to write about, but I'm not quite ready to spill the beans (no, I'm not pregnant). So to tide you over until then, here are some pics of my lovely brats. Let's face it, they're the stars of this little blog anyway.
Here's some pics from Hatchling's PlaySchool "graduation" last week. Notice my child taking the time to read his diploma rather than posing nicely for a picture. I should also mention that his teacher's bribed him with a handful of M&M's to wear his hat. You'll notice, of course, that he isn't wearing said hat. After the chocolate candies went down, all bets were off. I feel good about giving those high school students a taste of what life will be like should they pursue a teaching career.
After reading his diploma and discovering that his playschool is not an accredited institution, Hatchling is annoyed at the waste of his valuable time. At least he got his own water bottle...we're all about staying hydrated here in Slushville.
And here's L pushing the boys on the swing thingy (I've no idea what that particular part of the swing set is called). H2 is looking a little concerned. If you had been knocked rudely to the ground by your brother as many times as he has, you'd be worried too.
Still looking worried...
But wait! This is kind of fun after all!
We clap alot at our house...
H2 has no idea that Hatchling is about to let go and send them both crashing to the ground. It's good to lack foreknowledge, isn't it?