K is for Kate
K is for Tiss (kiss)
K is for k-k-k-krazy.
An education professional I am not. Why is this evident, you ask? Well, because, I LOVE that little exchange up there. I make them repeat it because it's k-k-k-kute. I would never even THINK to correct them!
Krazy is taking three babies to the zoo on Spring Break Friday by yourself to meet a (hopeful) new friend and try to make a good impression.
"Lauren, wanna make out?" "No, Momma." "Fine, I'll make out with Daddy." "Ummmm, that would be so krazy!"
Kate's krazy hair. "Momma, I have so many rectangles...rectangles hurt so bad when you brush them."
Taking the girls to see Sesame Street Live and literally running into Cookie Monster and Ernie before the show! I seriously thought Lauren might have a stroke.
How big is this guy!!!??! Almost one, you know!? Army crawling everywhere, pulling up, eating table food, growing teeth, saying 'Momma'....big boy.
How much faster weeds grow! I'm a little nervous about the thick, tall brush that is our backyard, but the girls are fearless - until there's a bug sighting!
Krazy how much fun I'm having...