They slept in this morning, these crazy boys of mine. We were out past bedtime last night for BigBrother’s last t-ball game followed by a celebratory ice cream stop. He got a chocolate cone, though he whispered to me afterward, “May I get wa-nell-ah next time?” He is a little mini-me, no?
As they were finishing up their oatmeal this morning, I went over a list of rules for the day. No arguing. No whining. Do what mommy tells you the first time she tells you to do it. I explained the order of our day. A little cleaning. My shower and getting ready. Them getting dressed. Newspaper. Bank. Farmer’s Market to pick up some Red Raspberry Chipotle salsa to take to Dee. Grocery store for a few snacks, some of which I will break my health rules for in hopes of keeping two boys happy on a seven hour drive. Home. They can play while I work on this gig that I have going and simultaneously finish packing up the little things like the little cooler and the backpacks. Then a quick stop to say goodbye to Daddy at the fire department and OFF WE GO!
LittleBrother looked down at his jammies shirt and said, “Do you think [she'll] like my shirt?”
Yes, honey, she will.
My name is Jenna. I blog here, 
