This weekend was another marathon session of birthday parties (two!), play dates, playgrounds, and lots of family time. In all honesty, I hardly noticed we gained an extra hour yesterday until Frances and George raced upstairs for bedtime a half-hour early because it was already “very, very dark.” Victory! Predictably, our triumph was short-lived when Frances woke up an hour earlier than normal. Who saw that coming?
In other Frances news, after months of not-so-subtle hints my little negotiator was finally able to fulfill a long-standing dream of hers – to make biscuits with Mr. Pyles (pictures courtesy of Gram-E):
According to sources, Frances proceeded to eat three of the biscuits that she made, plus two pieces of chocolate and one banana only to arrive home and polish off her entire dinner.
I have no idea where she gets her appetite.
And I can’t end this post without a picture of George with his new ‘do. What is it about boys and haircuts that seem to age them into at least Kindergarten?
Happy Monday, everyone!