"Hey kids, smile nicely for the camera." And they respond with the tongue trifecta. That's Lyla's friend Maia on the left; her birthday party was last night at a huge play structure. Rowan spent most of the time in the ball pit and, miraculously, does not seem to have contracted Norovirus.
Maia is one of Lyla's camping friends from last September. Here's a photo of them not eating their eggs.
Today my parents and sister took the kids while Julie and I allowed our sanity meters to return to "still insane but getting there."
Then at home, Rowan decided lying on my disgusting bathmat was the best strategy to avoid brushing his teeth.
Lyla quickly informed him of his plan's main flaw.
Tomorrow is Presidents' Day, so I don't have school and Julie has taken it off. In the morning we will (rather, I will as Julie sleeps) cheerfully and without guilt drop off the kids at daycare. After another day of decadent childlessness, our sanity meters might even reach "functionally sane for the time being."
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