since our table isn't quite big enough for everyone to sit around it (plus the whole white carpet thing), we decided to have a boy table in the kitchen area over the weekend. worked well, except that i'm not sure if any of them actually ate any food. they might have spent the whole time telling making up stories - mostly about monster trucks running over cars, underwear on people's heads, and poop. mama spent some time laughing (secretly) too.
and the rest of us were pretty boring:
it's really quiet here today. can you guys come back please?