Evidence that kids live in our house.
In case you wondered….just keepin’ it real….
Various princess gowns left on the floor (as well as magic wands, glass slippers and fairy wings.)
Frightening Dora “stump” and bath toys in our master bathroom.
Lightening McQueen radio instead of a stereo system??
Littlest Pet Shops. And Silly Bandz. Need I say more?
Oh, and random Barbie shoes secretly hidden amongst my decor. (oops, and apparently it’s time to dust.)
Dolls in our bed. I guess she’s keeping it warm for Jaden. (He has been out of town all week and is coming back today! Sanity! And yes, I didn’t make the bed today. And I didn’t even stage the Book of Mormon laying there either. And yes, in the spirit of full disclosure, that is MY blankie, not the kids’.)
And these really need no explanation:
This is only part of the photographic evidence that kids live in our house. And it seems like the girls are the main culprits, although the boys are still suspicious.
But even in the crazy messiness of life with kids, it’s worth it. Especially when they give you love notes.