The kids finished up a semester of WOW with a Wednesday night performance. So proud of my little singers-who even knew the motions! Mr Serious and Miss smiles.
D had a haircut at Mr. Handsome. Here's my Mr. Handsome:
E decided to get dressed and complained that her leggings wouldn't stay up. Hah! Anyone know what this is? (hint: it goes in a very different location and keeps your neck warm)
What a boy looks like when he dresses up...
Photo ops at church. Wow! When did my son get so old!!!
E really is a careful Mommy, except when she relegates her baby to eat by herself in the other room.
Chewbacca was reaching for a midnight snack.
Poor A did not get hardly any photos in December. Hopefully we will change that next month. In the meantime, I will leave you with some funny logic as produced by a three year old.
Abigail is the only one of my three who picks her nose. Many months ago, we told her not to do that and warned her that if she did, she might end up sick (we have family who have gotten sick from that). Her little mind turned it into this: "Mommy, my tummy hurts...or my nose is running...or my finger hurts. I'm sick. I picked my nose!"
if you pick your nose, you will get sick.It is now a common joke among the adults and David. A is still clueless.
if you get sick, you must have picked your nose.
