When You're Sliding Into First...

Both the kids are sick. We'll just call it a "lower GI" issue and be done with the details. THANK GOD for Dad - I just called him and asked him to grab a few things (including diapers - crucial!) for us at the store on his way out of town. BJ's gone until Wednesday (don't forget, would-be robbers and murderers, about the gigantic guard dog at my house. She will eat you).

The kids have taken all the couch cushions off and made themselves little beds on the floor of the TV room. They're watching Netflix on-demand (HOORAY for technology!). I was just going to find a book to read and join them, but Dad said, "When are you gonna update your blog?" and we aim to please, so here you go, Dad.

I'm not sure what's up with the dishtowel on MG's head. I guess it helps. She's funny. Maybe she was an old Russian woman in a former life.