A dear family friend gave me great advice when I was pregnant. She has 6 kids, the youngest are twin girls. Her advice? When twins conspire to create disasters, take pictures before you clean it up.
I thought of her today. I had a bucket of disgustingly dirty soapy water. The boys were playing in the other room, I dashed to the kitchen to rinse out the rag. They were laughing like crazy, I was relieved to hear laughter instead of shrieks, so I lingered long enough to refill my water bottle...then walked back to see this:
So, thanks to Kathy, here are your pictures!
I'm sure they'll out-do this caper soon...
Brandon was kind enough to go to a parade (Brandon lists his love of parades right before having his hair pulled out and toe nails ripped off). I LOVED the National Parade...they had veterans from each war, and I couldn't help getting teary as the WWII vets came rolling by, bent over and proudly wearing their uniforms. I am continually in awe and grateful to the military for sacrificing so much.
I couldn't believe how sweaty Tanny and Ketty got...
A highlight for the boys: riding the metro!
