There are cars, trucks, trains, action figures, footballs, rugby balls, basketballs, baseballs, soccer balls EVERYWHERE with an occasional partnerless sock on the floors. There's a lot of (play) fighting, and it smells like sweat. Testosterone runs rampant in these parts and even though the sometimes pee covered toilet seats gross me out and its LOUD AS ISH all the time, I wouldn't trade it for anything!
We've worked hard and played even harder. We've cried, but more importantly we've laughed. Here's to another year of growing our hair out, playing outside in a 100+ degree weather, dinner surprises, and 80s themed birthdays. Here's to another year of LIFE and blowing out more candles.
*This post is sponsored by the American Cancer Society*