It's Friday. There's bad weather inbound. I'm crabby. So, here are some things that make me not crabby:
They cook with me now. RJ thinks he's too cool, but it doesn't stop him from enjoying the spoils.
He wanted to wear a pencil behind his ear so bad. He feels so big.
She picked out her own shoes. Let's just hope her Dorothy slippers don't summon the Oz-style storm.
How does this not make you smile?
Her brother is a pretty darn good photographer.
This wasn't bananas. Some nights, you just have to make peace with the fact that healthy isn't happening. Some nights, it's okay to feed them chocolate ice cream for supper. You know, if that's what makes you less crabby and all.
Happy Friday!
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