2 shoes does not = one pair

I knew it was gonna be a very BAAAADDDD day when The Wild Indian showed up at school with one navy and one black croc on. Let's just say the note wouldn't fit in the agenda space. it started with HE WAS OUT OF CONTROL TODAY and ended with ...making farting noises during afternoon storytime. Shoot me now.

But you have to admit that farting noises were hysterical when you were 5.

Well, they sort of still are. :)

Fall is officially here. Football and sand gnats herald the season. They were so bad at The Wild Indian's last game that you could see them in the pictures. After each play, the coach would spray bug spray down the line. There is my #3 getting the 'treatment.' Aaaaaahhhhh, spring and fall in the south. It's summer, gnat season, and freezing-ass cold.

Baby Boy has progressed from the army crawl to the all out crawl. Cue whacking his head on a chair rung. He was under the table after something petrified in .02 seconds and gave himself a shiner. Cute, huh?

3 sick kids at one time=1 mom losing her mind

2 phone calls from 2 different carecare providers in 1 day is a very bad thing. On Wednesday, Baby Boy woke up from morning nap with a fever and cough. JT woke up from afternoon nap with a fever and a cough. then The Wild Indian woke up from his afternoon nap in the truck on the way home with a fever. Fun times! At least they are all sick at once and it's a long weekend. 3 screaming, blubbering, hot mess of kids at the doctor's office at one time was enough to make me want to go to work.

Well, I decided to see if a cup would make him happy, and the answer was yes. WTH? Can't you just stay a baby?

Then JT wanted "picture too" so here it is.

Today, everyone but JT is feeling a lot better. Baby Boy is sitting by himself finally. He is crawling all over the place, but still can't get into a sitting position by himself. Backwards boy.