Milk

This is what a angry, get-out-of-my-face baby looks like. If you see one, it's mine.
Breastmilk or gtfo.

 And these are happy kids on a million degree day.

I actually want this blog to be about our homeschooling and our never-ending quest to simplify.
So, I'll start with homeschool.

Eli is warping his mind with some necessary pop culture like Power Rangers and Rescue Bots.
Oy. That doesn't sound very impressive, does it? Well, too bad, poopheads!
 

 But we did this. An experiment. Experimenting with milk!

And we learned a lot.

 

We learned that mommy hates everything when it's this. freaking. hot. 

And playing outside with milk when it "feels like 95" with 59% humidity....is a bad idea. 

 But at least clean up was a breeze.

Last night, we got ice cream at an ice cream place and when Eli was ready to order, he goes, "Um. Excuse me, sir? I'm ready. I'd like some ice cream and chocolate." Which meant a hot fudge sundae. Isn't he sweet? Don't you love him? Don't you just want to squeeze the living shit out of him?

 

This is a sexy kitty. 

Do you know a kitty who is seriously this sexy?