Sunday Morning

Is there anything good about 11:00 church??
I hate 11:00 church. It's right in the middle of
my day. But we sleep in, we eat a good breakfast,
and I can give a feeble attempt at doing cute
hair-dos. Alivia's hair took me FOREVER. One of
my linked blogs has so many cute little hair-dos.
And she makes it seem so easy. This took me
several tries, a second pair of hands (thanks, Hon),
and a patient kid. And it doesn't look near as good
as the picture I was looking at.

Who needs bibs, aprons, and napkins!

Can anybody identify this?? Yep, it's my couch with some gross looking spot on it. It's not the right consistency for something that came out of a nose. Any guesses? Actually, it's yogurt after breakfast. I must have missed a spot on Parker somewhere. But don't you love dirty little fingers. I see them being wiped underneath the table (when a napkin is right next to their plate), being wiped on their own jeans, but better yet, sometimes I feel a little kid walk by and run their fingers across me. And of course, it's not a touch of "I love you, Mommy." It's more like, this looks like a GREAT place to wipe my boogery face and fingers.