Wake up in the morning and wrangle everyone into clothes and out the door if we can in a reasonable time. Every day. Bring home children with messy clothes that have had a blast making a mess all day. Typical.
Come home and start entertaining ourselves. This was a good day when they got their hands on daddy's clothes.
Take Ben to the dentist. Typical. We went last week for the boys' 6 month visit. We went again with Ben this week to the pediatric dentist to have a more careful look at some weirdness that built apparently when he was forming in the womb. Guilt. Typical.
But they have fun. That is thankfully pretty typical.
Go have laser eye surgery. Yep. It's getting typical. Last week he had one eye done. Today he is having the other eye done. The first eye hasn't come back fully so he is anticipating another zap to that eye. So typical.
Typical. Twelve years ago tomorrow we were engaged. And after that one big Valentine's day, the gifts have become, well let's just say, creative and bordering on typical.
2 comments:
I'm still laughing at the "typical" Valentine's present:) Great shots of the kids. (That's a definite "typical.")
StuberMom, your "typical" are anything but!
Happy Valentine's Day!
How did the Friday eye lasering go?
We didn't even manage to get the cards- that we did purchase- filled out and handed over to each other, much less gifts!
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