Grandparents, aggressive pink elephants and beer

It was a slow week.

"I'm so mad I could spit. Er... spit more, yeah, that's it."
“I’m so mad I could spit. Er… spit more, yeah, that’s it.”
This one is fuzzier than the mamas.
This one is fuzzier than the mamas.
Mama K teaches the little one the value of volunteering early at the Home Runs for Homeless Youth Kickball Tournament. It was either 'Beer Monitor' or 'Umpire.' And we all know that impartiality doesn't come until month three.
Mama K teaches the little one the value of volunteering early at the Home Runs for Homeless Youth Kickball Tournament. It was either ‘Beer Monitor’ or ‘Umpire.’ And we all know that impartiality doesn’t come until month three.
Hatching a plan, monkey toe style.
Hatching a plan, monkey toe style.
Aforementioned plan: hatched. Heh.
Aforementioned plan: hatched. Heh.
"Ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh. There's something on my head, isn't there? Get it off!"
“Ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh. There’s something on my head, isn’t there? Get it off! Now! Now!”
Grandparents in town means free babysitting. #AsIfWeHadOurLivesBackAgain
Grandparents in town means free babysitting. #AsIfWeHadOurLivesBackAgain
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