So Mike and I spent all weekend busting our "bahookies" (thanks, Miles, for the lingo) in the backyard. It looks great, and we think the kids will really enjoy it. The irony is that in order to give them their paradise, we pretty much had to ignore them for 72 hours. On Saturday I found myself telling Paige to quit being such a baby (she was crying for lunch and it was 3pm, the big whiner), and so we pulled out the big guns and set up a sprinkler. Note that Paige is still in her pajama top, but we did remove her bottoms at some point which proves she got at least one diaper change. The green bowl is empty because Paige inhaled the frozen peas I put in there. And seriously, who doesn't love frozen peas on a hot day?
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Way to go Paige. You're not starving her because we called her "Fat Paige" are you? Um couldn't you at least have put some pictures of what you did in your yard up? I need good ideas.
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