I had the day off yesterday. I have a major project going on at work, so I was going to go in to work for a few hours, get a haircut, then pick up the kids from daycare early. Instead I ended up staying home with the kids and even watching one of our friends’ kids. H came home early, and then I went into work for a few hours.
The kids were so great all day. I had so much fun watching the three goofballs.

The boys played really well together. It seems 3.5 is the age where they can share toys without fighting or whining. Yay, milestone!
The other little boy asked if he could take a nap. I said yes. then he asked if he could have a sippy cup of juice in bed. “My dad let’s me have juice in bed. It’s totally ok. He always let’s me. I’m allowed to have juice in bed.” I knew he was lying, obviously, but I didn’t really care and gave him some juice. He started to bring it upstairs, but then he stopped, turned around, and left the juice at the bottom of the stairs. “I’m not really allowed to have juice,” he admitted. Dang, I love three year olds.
This morning we went to a little fair at the kids’ new daycare. I think Ren is really excited about the new school. Hopefully he’s not expecting a petting zoo and face painting every day.
And now Groucho Marx is in my backseat.
