Tuesdays are for Tacos and dates with your daddy.

Jovie went on a date with her daddy to his work today.  It really is kid paradise there, no wonder Paul loves his job.

Paul needs to work on his selfie angle skills, but still cute picture of two of my favorite mugs ever.  Then Jovie went for a run.  Paul said that this age is exhausting, she wants to change activities every few minutes.  

 

 Some amazing hops in the CPR room.  Putting those mats to good use!

 She even was a professor for a moment.  Tiny girl in the front of an empty class.

 and played bouncy ball in the racket ball court.

*****

Meanwhile back at our house, Hartley was helping me decide which CME trip I want to take, and also having a hard time committing to a dominate hand just yet.  

and she was very intrigued by a laundry basket for a long time today.  Put blankets inside, crawl inside without tipping it over or falling, sit down, throw blankets out, crawl out without tipping the basket over or falling, repeat x 1,000.

The boys came home from school hungry: spent most of the afternoon eating.  I was a mean mom because I was "makin em eat healthy" so they refused to be photographed.  Meh.  Whatever.  They did what I told them in fear of their favored Taco Tuesday dinner not happening, even if that meant "eating the bananas that have a brown spot?!"  But after food frenzy, I noticed a big brother reading to his sister.  Of course he had to ruin the precious moment by being spastic and screaming "don't take a picture." 

These two were my almost but not quite attempt.  At least I have the sweet memory of him holding her and reading to her...

 

Then he pouted and got made at me.

Bath time, where accessories were an absolute must, and she proceeded to dump an entire bucket of water on the bathroom floor, and throw a cup of water splashing the ceiling, window shutters and wall.  Guess she just wanted to help me clean, you know at the most convenient time ever.

massive snuggles were had after bath time.

 Paul and Ryk went to the Ole Miss game tonight - they left with a few minutes remaining when Ole Miss was up by 11 (or something), and Ryker came in the door ticked because on the radio it said that they lost.  Kid is somehow becoming a true southern boy: sports game obsessed, and wants HIS team (Ole Miss) to always win.  Haha.