Dream

Last night I had a dream that Louie was actually Skippy and s/he died while sleeping underneath our seats on an airplane and the stewardess took her/him away and cremated her/him without telling us. Jim doesn't allow dream talk (I also generally don't like it), but this one was so traumatizing I asked myself, why have a blog if you can't write about your dreams on it?

I digress. 

Below is a pic of Big Brother B. The triple B. BBB. 

Since everyone has been sick, we've been sneaking off to the park during off hours 2x a day, every day. Just because my girls' noses are encrusted in boogers, doesn't mean they don't wanna get their playground on. 

You know you're lame when you start to find the sight of a city playground to be beautiful. 

Sleepy Jack on walk home. 

Friday Jack demanded she dress like a princess for school and then selected her royal outfit.  Also the other day I tried to put on a math TV show I force them to watch and Jack said "no!! I want to watch GIRL tv!" (Like Sofia). She also said to me "Belle is a princess, just like me."

Alas, ballet today. 

More park.

Just before beddies.