A bit of a rough start to our Monday morning.
We are determined to recuperate here.
Weekend was delightful.
Sun was shining. Schedule relatively free.
The problem with those type of weekends is that Monday is considerably a harder shock to the system.
And plus, we have absolutely no idea how to parent teenagers.
So that’s awesome.
And a friend told me this morning that no matter what I learn from Dawson about parenting teenagers it will have absolutely not application in raising his siblings.
So that is also fantastic.
Told Andy to bunker in, we have a good, solid 10 years of having no clue…
Dawson agreed to a picture only so that it could be noted how much taller he is than me.
Apparently agreeing to a picture does not necessarily mean looking at the camera.
Max still goes for the hugs and the photos. And I know it too shall pass.
A man and his boys…
We found this too. That is a lot of dollars…