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Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Love notes

All girls love to have little love notes given to them by their sweethearts. 


It's a fact. 


So, all you boy readers, take note! It's a simple way to get on the good side of your girl (or mom or dad), just leave a little note professing your true love! 






This boy already has it figured out :)



Thursday, March 24, 2011

Things I really LOVE

I love when we get the twins up in the morning - and Mini P grabs her covers and throws herself to the other side of her bed in complete protest of greeting the day happy.


I love that Agent P waves happily to me when he gets on the school bus each day. It warms my soul.


I love that each morning with Monkey is a walk on egg shells, always a fine line between a good mood and a total and complete meltdown.


I love that Mini P likes to sit and do dot-to-dot books...so much we had to have Grandma find us a source :)


I love that A-Dog attempted to remove the child locks as Dad asked him to - but with the mini-set of screwdrivers (the size of my pinky).






I love that Agent P throws with his right hand and bats lefty. Just something to mess with many coaches in his future.




I love that Monkey sticks his little toe out so you can hardly get his socks or shoes on without bending it backwards.


I love that when I tell A-Dog he needs to change his bad attitude, he barks back furiously "I don't HAVE a bad attitude!!!!!" Yes, point taken A-Dog....bad is an understatement.


GOOD attitude ;)


I love that Hank lets the kids do absolutely anything to him without complaining.


I love that my sweet husband does the dishes every night and never assumes I will start the dishwasher. Ever. Even if I was the last one to touch it.


I love that the twins play together, sometimes nicely, and use strange voices.






I love that my family indulges my need to eat Mexican Food once a week - just to keep my salsa balance in check.


I love that if Agent P gets up in the middle of the night, he walks to his daddy's side of the bed and says all a matter of fact "dad, I had a bad dream", then climbs in our bed.


While this pic is not related to what I said, but I couldn't resist adding it.


I love Mochas, that seems so obvious, but a nice one to end with.