Baby Mullet

Okay there's just one picture of the Baby Mullet, but it's pretty funny..

There. I got that out of my system.

Ah, babies. So unintentionally funny. It's not like they can control how their hair grows in. 

They are just cute without trying.

I'm not having "one of those days", but it just feels like something is always happening, even if it's small stuff.
Today I am using Wren's hot pink hair elastic for a ponytail in my hair.
I just about twisted my ankle when I stepped on Wren's boot at the back door.

This morning on the way to preschool I ran over a bag (of about 7) of our trash in the alley, spilling nasty garbage everywhere for the magpies. Yuck.

My dishes are unending because  I don't have a dishwasher  I keep making food in my kitchen, whether it's purees for Ellie, treats, and suppers. And lunches. And breakfasts. Oh sheesh, just everything okay? I make everything!

Speaking of purees, Ellie hates my concoctions. She likes the stuff from jars, which is fine. I just like to be economical and also know exactly what's in her food. However, she apparently doesn't give a rip. 

She does love the vanilla custards I make. And anything doused in maple syrup, like pancakes. I don't blame her really. We all have a sweet tooth in this house.

Ellie has this obsession with crawling to the heat vent in the floor and pulling it out. Wren jumps on top of it yelling "No!! Ellie no!!!" and then Ellie screams because that's the only thing she wants in the whole room. It begins.

Oh here's Wren. I put a toy up high on the shelf when she wasn't listening to me earlier. She was mad I took it away, so she got a chair to climb and get the toy. And she found a pair of Ellie's pants, put them on her head and acted like if she wore them then I couldn't see her.

Yo, Wren. Sup?

While I write, Ellie sits by the front window playing with the curtain, squealing in delight as we play peek-a-boo.

And gets stuck. I am needed. Til the next post..