Sunday Morning

I am going to very softly suggest that I MIGHT be starting to feel a bit better. I occasionally still feel awful and end up back in bed, but I am feeling better now more often that I don't. Still, I don't want to jinx it so I am speaking very, very softly.

shhhhhh

Moving on....

In order to neither spread germs nor acquire new germs we opted to stay home this morning. Illness might just be one of those quiet, divine messages to usually work crazy mothers that they should slow down and just play with their kids for a while. Far be it from me to flout advice from the Almighty so this morning I sat down and played with Anna and Nathan while Jesse and Isaac performed some critical scientific research.

I snapped a bunch of fun pictures and I'm just itching to share.

Oh yes. As Mary pointed out I did cut Anna's hair. Only a trim to her bangs, I just couldn't take the scraggly bangs-in-the-eyes look any more. I thoroughly regret it, she looks about 7 years old now. sniffle

Sunday morning candy land with Neenees.













What up?






















Anna's personal style.




















Haute couture for the diaper set.























Brilliant minds at work.




















The inevitable time out.
























Anna has some seriously intense taste in Sunday morning basketball footwear.























SWISH!
















SUCCESS!






















A more appropriate, yet still adorable, choice in footwear.























So much to learn...


















A Sunday morning drive with a bag of sugary cereal. What more can a girl ask for?