I caught these two littles playing cute together and managed to get a few pictures before they saw me.
Uh oh I've been spotted.
It was Cam's turn to be sick yesterday and the night before. He started throwing up at around 11:00 pm and didn't stop till around 2:00 the next day. Poor guy. But luckily he is really good at puking in a bucket and he only got puke all over once. And it was after he had emptied his stomach of the chunks. Good job, Cam!
Who will be next?
Please not me, please not me, please not me, please not me, please not me.
My hands are raw from using so much hand sanitizer.
And on a completely different note, my high school friends (who are awesome and I love them) and I were group texting about our kids and about this one really annoying mom friend one of my friend's has. . . you know the kind that uses passive aggressive comments to let you know how amazing she is as a mom and how you're not so much.
Anyway this morning I couldn't help but think of that annoying mom when I was doing the dishes, and Livvy was crawling around the kitchen floor. And I stepped on a graham cracker. I checked to see if it was crumbled or broken. It wasn't. So I kicked it, with my feet, across the kitchen floor to Livvy. And she picked it up and ate it.
How's that for good parenting?
Then as I stood there and watched her eat it, I wondered, am I really this mom. Yup, I am. And I don't even care that she ate it off the floor. And I'm not even sure how long it had been there. And it's a normal occurrence for me to sprinkle goldfish crackers on the living room floor when she's playing in there instead of giving them to her in a bowl.
Because let's face it she's just gonna dump them out.
Also I love how my favorite pictures are always ones that just happen, with out posing or planning or anything. Like this one of Liv.
It's kind of out of focus and not very sharp if you look at it closely. But I still love it. I love her crazy messy hair that is getting thicker and thicker. And I love her eyebrows that will eventually be one. . . I promise I will show you how to pluck them, sweet girl.
And I love this one of Cam Spam, even though his face is cut off. I'm not sure what he was in front of that makes for that black background. . . just shadows on the floor maybe?
He was telling me about how he should get to go back to Walmart and get that squishy soccer ball because he was so sick.
So yeah, we went there today. But the squishy soccer ball was gone. So he got a squishy basketball instead.