YES.
Edison, standing and clapping in his Tom's.
Love that those pricey little shoes are already getting put to use again.
Spaceman jammies.
Holy Sunday. Again. Didn't get enough sleep. House was messy. Out of desperation, I put Ellie to bed in her sisters' room so she wouldn't wake up Edison. Her sisters were downstairs coloring their entire faces with marker. I told them I'd take them to church that way, so they cleaned up and I was curling their hair downstairs when we heard a crash. I figured Ellie was getting into things so I ignored the crash and finished hair. I got Edison out of bed and listened in on Eloise. I heard soft moaning, so I opened to door and saw blood everywhere! She had knocked over Charlotte's snowglobe and cut her finger which was bleeding everywhere. I felt horrible. By time I got her cleaned up, I came downstairs to a screaming Edison who burned his foot (really bad) on my flat iron which I left on downstairs. Mother of the year. Charlotte got lotion in her hair, I wrapped Edison's feet in gauze, put on his church socks, and we made it to church. Wow.
Hazel wanted to show what she'd look like without bangs.
Edison boy, one year old.
That hair, that smile. He has my heart.
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