It all started with a basket of clean clothes.
Andy, the baby, noticed his favorite thing in the pile. Brother's underwear.
Andy decided to pull a pair out and bring them to me with a big smile.
He wanted me to put them on.
I laughed and slipped them over his diaper.

How cute.

What a sweet boy.
"Hold on guys. I'm going to go put some more laundry in. Be good!"
I came downstairs to a whirlwind of clothes.

Clothes in the air, on the furniture, on the kitchen table.
There was laughing and screaming.
Eventually they stopped.
I saw this little face.

Nope.

Just tired.
Boys will be boys.
And mom learned that some things just need to be laughed at and enjoyed.
Andy, the baby, noticed his favorite thing in the pile. Brother's underwear.
Andy decided to pull a pair out and bring them to me with a big smile.
He wanted me to put them on.
I laughed and slipped them over his diaper.

How cute.

What a sweet boy.
"Hold on guys. I'm going to go put some more laundry in. Be good!"
I came downstairs to a whirlwind of clothes.

Clothes in the air, on the furniture, on the kitchen table.
There was laughing and screaming.
Eventually they stopped.
I saw this little face.

Nope.

Just tired.
Boys will be boys.
And mom learned that some things just need to be laughed at and enjoyed.







































