This is the picture of new beginnings - freshly washed faces, hair accessories, and well-balanced lunches.
This is the picture of a mother who is so over it. You don't even want to know what's in that lunch box.
Mia may be dressed for "field day" but she is armed with her sketch pad and pencil. There will be no participation in outdoor athletic events for this girl. She'll be on the sidelines turning the other kids into cartoon characters.
In our house, The Bodester's breathing treatments and steroid regimen are a sure sign that spring is here.
This picture is the definition of family to me. We take care of each other - and sometimes that means your cousin ties your shoe so that you can continue to shoot people.
There is more than one way to do your homework. And all of those ways are perfectly acceptable to me. For the sake of full disclosure, by the time May rolls around the dog really might eat the kids' homework (accidentlyonpurpose). If my kids are as burned out on their school as I am, I can assume that not much learning is going on anyway.
However, they can write adorable notes like this to me anytime. I kind of want to make this into a t-shirt.
Ladies, when you're so sick of the whole Mom thing and you just want to crawl into your closet with a picked over box of Russell Stover's chocolates that's leftover from Valentines and only has the coconut truffles left in it, and you don't even like coconut but you're so desperate for a some short-term gratification that all of the sudden it looks delicious to you, just remember that they really do love you soooooo much. And the rest of the family? Well, they are kind of just an afterthought.