Today, el Cinco and I spent the Twinz' 8th birthday getting crispifried at the swimming pool (Frank had school, poor him). They are camped out in the living room, half-comatose on the downside of the cake-induced sugar rush. I'm tanked and as soon as I hit "publish," I will start whining for Frank to give me a massage. My brain is a lump of sun-baked mush and I'm lucky to even be able to string these sentences together coherently, but I didn't want to let today go by without honoring Kyra and Jaiden's birthday (and Jordan's birthday on May 22).
Remind me to never, ever get a cake with black icing. Despite vigorous brushing, the kids still look like they gnawed on Sharpies as chew toys.
After inspecting our mutant, killer tadpoles, Jordan asked me to take a picture of him with the pretty flowers. I didn't have the heart to tell him that they were really overgrown weeds. Frank just said that Jordan looks like he's taking a shit, fertilizing those weeds the natural way.
Come back tomorrow (or later today if it's already tomorrow for you) for stories of Kyra & Jaiden's and Jordan's delivery day follies (find out about what White babies, shaving cream, and beach towels have to do with that).