Just a regular day

So Graham and I went grocery shopping together with the kids last night. It was kind of our date night and Family Home Evening and doing chores all wrapped up in one. One of us had to carry Ivy most of the time because she fell asleep. We always buy too many things when we grocery shop together. I do much better when I arm myself with a list and force myself to keep to it.

Anyway, frozen juice concentrate was on sale. A really good sale actually, and because we were together and I didn't have my list, I picked up quite a few.

Fast forward to this afternoon, when the girls and I were once again out running errands. I spied an escapee juice rolling around the back of the van. Always the cautious one, I put the juice (now very unfrozen) in the front where I would remember to take it into the house. Well, silly me. What was I thinking? Two little girls and an unfrozen juice container - what could possibly happen?

Disaster was mostly averted. I had to drive home one handed holding a still mostly full container of very stain-able juice concentrate, while trying very hard not to scream, or laugh, or cry. The van doesn't show any permanent damage, at least not that I have found yet. I don't think I've scarred the kids too badly...they still kissed me good night and told me they love me.

Just another normal day at my house.

This is a picture of Ivy after playing outside for a few minutes this summer. I've decided that staying clean is not a battle worth fighting unless you are on your way to something important.

I have also discovered that I don't care how the girls dress themselves unless we are going somewhere important. Alma have excellent fashion sense as you can tell from this photo.