I feel like I should apologize for bringing the Backstreet Boys into this post. Really I'm just blogging some random things that have been going on in our house. No need to bring late '90's pop superstars that actually kind of stunk into the mix.
Let's just start over and pretend none of that ever happened, okay? Thanks.
So Then! Hank's face in this picture tells how I feel about winter. Boo. Be done winter. Be. Done. That is all.
See Luke? He is almost 10 months. He is such a better baby since we started giving him Prevacid and feeding him enough food. We like him. A lot.
Lindy was V.I.P. at school this past week. She got to make a poster, bring treats, pass out papers, and be the line leader all week. She was positively thrilled.
Speaking of Lindy, this is her with a mustache. Matt got this rad mustache for his birthday and the other day we all tried it on. Do you play
I think I was the only one who was really into it. And I was. Sadly, with old age creeping up on me, this is probably just a flash forward 15 years for me. What? Is that gross to tell you? Sorry. So very sorry. You are not the only one upset. The thought of me with a mustache gives Hank indigestion. He is making his classic old man indigestion face, and it makes me happy, mustache and all.
Luke wasn't too into the 'stache. I don't blame him, it totally doesn't go with his outfit. We took a picture of Matt in the mustache, but it kind of looked a lot like the mustache he already has. You can use your imagination and pretend it's black, right? Just like I can use my imagination and pretend summer is coming someday.
But Hank was the worst of all. He really didn't want to put it on and once I forced him, er asked him lovingly, he didn't want to take a picture at all.
Which is pretty odd considering that two days later, at breakfast, he pretty much recreated the look all by himself with jam, only this time he included a marker unibrow for good measure. Why not, right? It is Mario Time afterall.
