Tato Head

As I was getting ready for church, Brad was playing with Mr. Potato Head by putting all the parts in the wrong places of course. Then I hear this:

Brad (in high pitch voice): "My hinney ho, my hinney ho, my hand is in my hinney ho"

Here We Go Again

Keith left this morning. Mentally, it's just for 12 days. That shouldn't be too bad, right?? WRONG! I don't know why they leave on Saturdays. It's the loneliest day of the week without Daddy around. It hit me after about 2 hours this morning with the boys eating everything in sight. In 3 hours they've had yogurt and granola, bananas, almond bars, cheese, and now they are digging through the candy bag. Time to start lunch.

Where's my diaper changing help? Where's the pancake maker? Where's the get-up-and-out-of-the-house motivator? Where's the guy that knows how to help me with the computer program I can't figure out? Depressing.