P.'s new bed! It's an extendable bed from IKEA. So, it's at it's shortest stage right now (where it will stay the entire time we're in this tiny apartment).
A moment of desperation:
We were soooooo frustrated with the girl's naughty behavior one night, that we ran out of ideas. This was a stupid one, but we were at our wit's end. I wanted them to wake up feeling horrified that their stuffed animals were being held hostage.
Am I a bad parent?
Julie directed me to a blog which had cool V-day hairstyles, so I did it for the girls.
We went to a temple sealing that day, so we had Aunt A. and Uncle D. babysit the kids, and Aunt A. took this picture for us after we got back and changed:
Before church the next day.
Inside the maze.
D. was pretending it was sacrament time.
We were there during a weekend honoring Black History month, and there was a great storyteller named Kirk Waller, telling traditional African and African American stories.
It's a game--can you find P. in this picture?:
