I spilled some of Noah's water on my lap (I was trying to open the bottle while driving), but we went out for ice cream anyway. I'm sure I got some second looks because of my suspiciously wet pants, though...
Noah and Owen's "bonus grandpa" saw them perform at an open mic event. He ordered a karaoke machine the next day.
Greg is not a musician, but he regularly teaches Noah guitar and Owen piano so they can both play at open mic events.
I can pour all my love and support into a late night phone call with my niece who's suffering from OCD. Many thanks to her dad for making the call for her.
Okay, okay. Sometimes my little act of lagniappe is for me. Tonight, I am lounging, writing, and indulging in a cake decorating TV marathon. Dad can handle it, right?
I started a splash fight with my three kids in the pool (I hate getting splashed) so that other kids would join in.
Today, I started an exercise routine with my boys. I can't stand exercise, but I want to set a good example for my boys while helping them get stronger.