Today I took the kids to get their pictures taken. Joey did really well and smiled for most of the pictures. Clarissa thought it was just a waste of her time and didn't smile for any of the pictures. All in all, it went well . . . but I'm in no hurry to do it by myself, again.
We celebrated Ken Robinson's 43rd birthday today. Wow, that's old! Joey really had a blast. He sat next to a really pretty girl named Makaela. He flirted with her so much. It was crazy how much of a flirt he was (and always has been . . . and probably always will be). He ended up rolling his sleeves and showing her his muscles. I have no clue where he learned that - but he did it! Gosh, he's such a flirt.
We bought Clarissa a Santa hat that says, "my first Christmas," and she absolutely detests it! We've found that if she's trying to go to sleep but still needs to eat that we can put the hat on her and she'll get so mad that she'll wake up really well . . . and in a bad mood. Oh . . . my crazy kids.
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