Glad I went to church?
All morning I tried to talk myself into staying home. But thought I really needed to go and take the kids. Ty really needs to get used to class. We went, a few minutes late but thankfully made it in time for the Sacrament (only because there was a baby blessing). We are now home (leaving before closing prayer) because Ty kept gagging himself, eventually throwing up! AUGH! What am I to do. I kept taking his hands out of his mouth, but then he just kept "playing". I let it go thinking the old adage, if you ignore they will stop...Then I looked down at him lying on the floor throwing up his nutritional breakfast of chocolate chip cookies. He sure knows how to get out of going to class!

Glad we came home?
Now at home we are having fits because some 6 year old wants to wear a summer shirt and shorts and it's only 65 degrees. So I told her to compromise either a jacket or pants, depending on what she wants more, summer shirt or shorts. And they are fighting, Kirby now has a raspberry on her chest from where Ty bit her while fighting over a chair. Isn't my life grand?

On the flip side, the kitchen windows are getting trimmed because I have such a great and hard working husband! Only 6 windows left.