Sorry it's slightly blurry. Have I mentioned I suck at photography?
This is them right before bed. They were all very excited by...
the fact that Tessa's skeleton pajamas glow in the dark. And really, it's pretty cute to see. (They tried to convince me to take a picture of the glow-in-the-dark pajamas glowing in the dark, but I had to convince them that that wouldn't work because of pesky laws of light and darkness and cameras and stuff.)
This is a snapshot of my life--the girls, right before we begin the bed-time routine. Laughing, playing. Being adorable and beautiful. This is joy. This is the stuff a good life is made of. Security. Togetherness. Laughter. Family. Cheesiness.
My life is sweet to the point of cheese on a regular basis. Which means it's probably a good life. And also means that we would make a good credit card or life-insurance commercial.
This weekend we had a great time together. We went and saw the movie Brave which the girls loved, and then Lolly and I took them to McDonalds and watched them play in the play-land while we talked and ate ice cream cones. The three of them went shopping with Mommy on Friday while I was working, and each of them got to spend five dollars. It was supposed to be a lesson in economics, but that was all ruined when Lolly was helping Viva decide whether it was worth it to buy a piece of candy for eighty cents, and an older gentleman behind them was like "Oh, I'll buy her the candy. In fact, here's five dollars. Buy one for all three!" Very nice of you, old man. But also, you totally undermined our lesson on financial priorities. Instead of helping them learn how to prioritize their spending, you just taught our children that if they want something and are cute enough, an older gentleman will step in and hand them free cash.
That would be a pretty fun life-lesson if it were true. But it's kinda not true. However, in the end, he helped my girls feel the Christmas spirit and the spirit of giving, so he wins in my book.
Also, Lolly and I have watched many hours of our new favorite show: The Good Wife. Watch it. You won't regret. it.
This was a strange, kind-of-rambling post.
All right. Off to bed I go.