I Could Blog About my Little Guy Every Day of the Week
Driving 6 plus hours with 5 of our 6 kids in the van could try the patience of a saint, but our trip to and from Williamsburg went unusually well. That is with one little exception. About one hour into our three hour trip home, Lil' Wingnut's evil twin reared his ugly head and for about half an hour we listened to a continual chorus of, "Mom, JP is having fun of me" in the most whiney voice the little guy is capable of. Thankfully narcolepsy took over, and this is what we had the rest of the drive:
Yes, that is a baby doll cradled in his little arms. Her name is Pinky. We'll just leave it at that.