Well, the morning started out typical of my kids! London ran upstairs yelling, "Mom, come downstairs in the basement! It's an emergency!" I didn't run. London tends to be overly dramatic. Instead, I headed downstairs to the storage room where I heard Beck. Apparently, he was hungry, and nothing in the pantry sounded good. He had found a folding chair, and placed a little tykes chair on top of that to climb up to the food he wanted; Yogos. So, there he sat, happy as a clam in the middle of my food storage shelf. Super. Did I mention that the shelf he was on is at least 3 feet off the ground? Hard to get mad when he looks so cute!
London spends the majority of every day asking to hold the baby. Then she asks to have their picture taken. I love my girls!








