Good news is, I'm not dead and neither are the tiny humans that call me Mom. They are all thriving quite well actually.
And this one and his brother needed haircuts and I couldn't help but look at him and be amazed at how cute he is. And then he spoke and the moment was over. He's in this 'nothing but whining will do' phase and it's killing me.
I cleaned the boys' bedroom this morning and found some little delights in a sock drawer. There was some pizza crust, a half of a fig bar, empty wrappers and trash. I could have had lunch.
And here's a picture of these two nuggets just for the fun of it.