we're goin a little nuts in the north. subzero temperatures and 70 mph winds don't mix. (well actually, i don't even like them separate.) even the husband had a week off 'cause it was too damn cold to be outside for their 8 hour work day.
you can only scribble with crayola's for so long. puzzles can only be put together so many times. and i don't have the patience for daily play-doh squishing. that's like a weekly activity - at max. thomas is boring, cars and their haulers are boring, both kids have ants in their pants, so movies are out. so we needed to mix things up.
so.
we retreated to the garage! tonka trucks and scooters. bouncy balls. running rampant and splashing {dylan} in the truck grime from our outing an hour earlier. sucking on an old kibble. yuck. of course, she would be my little dirtball. couldn't have been the boy. we went inside almost immediately after that. but before...
there was this.
and these old shoes
{jackie's old shoes, tear}
and races.
dyl's the girl of many faces.
and check out her hair.
i hope she keeps the red, but the grow out concerns me!
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