After a few days of not so great behavior (well chronicled on Facebook), the inmates seem to have turned things around. I felt like they (and I) had earned a field trip (mostly me), so after the gym we went to Starbucks (Do you know how much money you can save by having kids whose behavior is so awful you can't imagine taking them out in public? A lot. Nevertheless, I'm glad today was different.).
Not much of a post, I just didn't want to completely misrepresent our daily life as all time-outs, yelling, and onion-stank hands.
Hot chocolate. It's ninety-seven degrees outside. At 9:30 in the morning. I'm not the only one ready for fall.
This is what he does when he sees the camera. He is saying "cheese." Or, more accurately, "tcheeeeeeeeese."
And then I made them sit on this planter in front of my car so I could put our cups inside before we went in the grocery store to buy fourteen gallons of milk. They just looked extra lovable to me so I had to take a picture. Of course Charlie insisted on "hiding" behind the lid of his hot chocolate, but you get the idea. Also, I did not intend on dressing them in a marine life theme this morning. It's just what I pulled out of the dryer first.
Now, if they can just hold it together for another six and a half hours, we'll be good.