Tristan's Race

I just have fun scrapping when it strikes me. I find asking the kids about the pictures is its own fun. The journalling found in the tag here pretty much says it all. The fact that Tristan is so emphatic about what should be so blatantly obvious has its own charm. (BTW, for those of you not on Facebook or Twitter, I have to re-tell this thing Tristan said to me on Tuesday. I had on my yoga pants and a hoodie as I was getting us all ready to get him to school. He looks at me and says "You're not wearing that to take me to school, are you?" OMG. If I didn't spend my whole life organizing the social life of my children then maybe, yes, I could look respectable. Anyway, it wasn't like I was in my PJs...jeebus!)

Positive note of the day: They may drive me nuts but what would I do all day without my insaniacs? I taught them the game of "Life" yesterday. I think I may have bought myself a whole world of trouble! (Especially since I was stuck with the teacher's salary and living in a mobile home while T was a lawyer and C was a doctor! Better start lowering their expectations...ha!)