The other day Poppy found the coolest steal of a deal at our local D.I.(thrift store). A brand new tent and sleeping bag for only $5! Hot dog!
Poppy and Mason, figuring out the tent
Needless to say, it has been a big hit with our boys.
Char, filled with glee at the thought of having an indoor adventure of sleeping in a tent! Sadly, this only lasted for so long and he was whisked away to pajama land in his boring old crib. Boo.
So, on Friday night, while Charlie slept soundly in his crib and I read this book:
(I LOVED it!)Mason and Poppy had a sleepover in our living room. Or rather, they spent the night in the tent. Let's just say that the whole night looked like this:
....Minus the smile on Poppy's face. :) Being a three-year-old tent dweller is just plain too exciting.
*****Yes, that birthday post was written by my honeybun. And no, I would never ever in a million years put a picture of myself recovering from a c-section online.
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The other day I was singing "December 1963 (Oh what a night)" and Jennie said, "dont sing that, it's about you-know-whatsie" (she says that about pretty much every song I sing--she needs to get her mind out of the gutter). I was certain that the song was about a dance, so I looked it up...
I look like I have boobs. Thanks for the picture, babe.
hahaha! i love that last picture! I should set up a tent for Tommy and baby Max to sleep in tonight so I can snooze away in peace. :)
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