Monday, Monday

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It's been one of those weekends.  The joyous, busy, fun, keep it movin', don't sleep kind of weekends.

It doesn't matter if we were up till 1 am on Friday night because we were at a beautiful wedding - swim lessons start at 9.  Wake up! Get in a swim suit and get ready to teach two toddlers to kick and sing Humpty-Dumpty in the water.

Outside time and running up and down the drive-way singing, "Bad to the Bone"?  Sign me up.  Ugh, wait I'm exhausted.

Grocery shopping at 9pm on a Saturday night?  Sure...or rather, yes because there is no other option.

Even with a spare couple hours we snuck in an impromptu pizza party.  We dare say our most successful yet.  No tears, no fights, the always fun "sharing" and all kids ate.




One of these three has nailed the "cheese".

One of these three hates clothes.

One of these three is still deciding whether he thinks his bestie is cool or not.



And off we go.  Another Monday.  Another March day.  Another day closer to warm weather.  Another day closer to summer (but also another day closer to our "babies" looking more like little boys and not the wrapped up, snugglers we gave birth to - trying hard to remember this fact).


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