I'm still learning.

I blame the big, gooey mess coming up Chase's back and out his onesie for my distracted state.

Because no one but a mom distracted with cleaning up a stinky mess would leave their little boy, exposed to the world. A rather rookie mistake.

My first thought upon coming back to him, with his lightly sprinkled on tummy, was that I lucked out that he seemed to be low on tinkling fluid and kept the mess to himself.

No such luck. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted this.

No, my frosty blinds had not begun melting.

This says it all.

Guilty.

Busted little man.

Wish me luck

I'm off to run in this,

sporting these

It should be fun.

silly girl

Remember when she looked like this?

ellie with sling shot in hand: "You're going down momma."

me: "Do you need any help Ellie?"
ellie: "No. I'm gonna help myself."

ellie singing her own lyrics: "Ellie is a child of God.." (She plugs in Chase too)

ellie: "What's nana's house's name?"
me: "Houses don't have names."
ellie: "What's nana's house's name?"
me: "I don't know, what's nana's house's name?"
ellie:"House."