This boy turned three on Sunday. Dad gave him these Hulk gloves and Mom gave him a shark poster and dinosaur. Plus a chocolate cake.
Lux now goes to church. This was her first Sunday wearing an outfit from Aunt Alana. She liked the music but didn't like the temperature of the building.
I threw away Larry's boots.
While I've never been one to say no to my kids' outfit choices (as seen below...You want to wear a pirate hat to Smith's? Fine. Superman cape? Go for it. Green frog boots in August? Great.) I had to put my foot down as these were falling apart. Literally. Larry would walk and they flapped around. Seemed bad for the ankles. But I was sad to see them go because they are SO LARRY.
And finally my 30 day goal of no treats came to a halt today (day 19) unexpectedly as I sliced the last pieces of cake for the boys tonight. Let me first say that I resisted Tod's Mother's Day gift of TWO POUNDS of See's chocolates. I even avoided cake on Larry's birthday and all day yesterday. However, tonight I gave Larry a piece, gave Lennon a piece, then eyed the rest of the cake just sitting on the counter...and the rest is a blur. Maybe I blacked out, maybe it never happened but I ended up with no cake left and hiccups. Which just shows that this is a real problem.
Starting again tomorrow. The good news: Cake is gone.