How about this one?? See how sad he is and how concerned I look....is that a smile on my face?? I'm a bad mom.
And what else have we been up to? Cleaning. Lots of cleaning. A nightly, 8:00 ish pick up. That usually starts with the kitchen. Holy crap. This is minor.
When we're not cleaning....we're playing.
Or reading with Grandma and Grandpa (sorry Grandma and Grandpa Olson, it seems the camera didn't work for the 3 pictures that were on it from Billings -- I'm sure you have 1 or 2 you could send our way).
Cash is a great driver.....hey, somebody had to drive us to Pullman (just kidding, don't turn us in) - isn't that why we have kids? So that they can take care of us.....do all the chores, drive us places, cook us meals, do the heavy lifting, etc.? Cash doesn't even know what he's got coming. Poor little guy.
Thank you to all for the Easter cards and gifts. I think that Brent had more fun with the new tent and tunnel than Cash did. In fact, we all had a great time and the thing is still in one piece. Amazing given the fact that Cash likes to throw himself on top of the tunnel more than he likes to crawl through. Can you believe that a 6'3" (give or take), grown man can fit into a tent/tunnel designed for a 4 year old??
I am officially done with trips to North Carolina for work....at least until July or so. This is wonderful news for the whole family. I was getting sick of being away from the boys and I think that Brent is now much more appreciative of single parents. I'm sure my turn will come. **sigh** I'm betting that things go much smoother for Brent when he has Cash by himself than it would for me -- it's gotta help when Cash likes his pops the most. I swear, all I hear around this place is, 'Dadeeeee, Dadeeee!'. I would much prefer 'Mama, I love you so much. Thank you for allowing me to work you over for 9 months, how can I repay you? You are my favorite and I promise to be the perfect little angel that you know I am....oh, and I promise to stop throwing my cup across the dinner table'. Is that too much to ask? Sheesh.
And don't worry. The blog will continue. I promise.




