Last week while I was changing my millionth (not exaggerating) dirty diaper, Xander was doing this:
While I was slaving away over a dinner that I was pretty sure no one but Ian would eat, Xander was sulking, missing my cooking....
And when all hell broke lose and I might have raised my voice a teeny bit to get the youngest two to behave (toothbrushes do NOT go in the toilet! and sarcasm counts as back talk!) Xander was crying on the inside, missing me terribly, but putting on a brave face so as not to seem ungrateful.
At least that's what I keep telling myself. 
5 comments:
Love it Sheri!
I can't imagine where your kids would have learned sarcasm...
You're funny Sheri. Don't you just love the picture on the rockets? Xander looks so happy.
I told Xander how much you probably missed him. He said that you missed him because now you didn't have a babysitter. I think he should have to babysit extra for making that comment.
The trip was fun and Xander was very well behaved.
P.S. Did he mention spying on the cute girls at Embassy Suites?
NO! He did NOT mention that.
When I was at Disneyland, all I thought about was you. I know that gives you great comfort.
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