g on the phone. What kind of a mommy do you take me for?? We're waiting in a drive-through.)

Rocking out to Jackson 5 in the car. Jack is muppet-dancing and Evie is drumming on her tummy like a mad woman. :D

(No, we're not driving with me textin

Ready...

For picking strawberries!

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Nappy time

She made it to literally one minute from the beach!

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Beach day!

Heading to the beach with Mr. Daddy for a memorial weekend family day. :)

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chicken pox?

We've been exposed to chicken pox a ridiculous number of times in the last few months, and Miss Evie is suspiciously grumpy and tired today! Are there spots in our future?

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just another afternoon :P

So I'm standing in the kitchen working on dinner when Jack comes in from the playroom.

"Mom, can I have some juice?"

"Sure, honey," I reply, and turn from the stove to help him out. 

And that's when I see it -- his eyes are locking on to a sippy cup on the counter next to the sink.  "No, Jack, don't!"

But it's too late.  For the third time this week, he has seized a sippy of rancid milk and taken a nice, big swig.

Why does he keep doing this????  And now he's standing there, spitting furiously with the most hilarious, disgusted, angry-at-the-sippy-betrayal face on as chunky milk spit cascades down his front.

"Jack!" I squeak, trying my very best not to laugh, "WHY DO YOU KEEP DOING THAT????"

(spit, spit, cough, dribble, spit)  "I DON'T KNOW!!!!"