Our friends A and The Meteorologist are visiting.
We've had lots of fun. And beer. And semi-naked under-supervised children running or crawling around the house, trying to go up the stairs/eat dog food/escape.
One thing no one has done in the last three days? Sleep. Every morning we present the tally of the night's wakeups. Friday night we won. Saturday night they won. Maybe "win" isn't really the right word.
Not surprisingly, we are almost out of coffee. And the wipes are all gone. Someone is going to have to put on some shoes and run to Target.
This is the only picture we have of all three kids together. Little electrons just never stop moving.
Wes's baby mullet: NHL here I come.
Ryan's at work now. Charlie's lying under the dining room table in a t-shirt and undies making up songs. The babies are sleeping off another all night milk bender.
We are having tons of fun.
I'm going to go get another cup of coffee.