Does anyone else get to church sweaty?
Its always a crazy tornado of crying kids, and me remembering a zillion last minute things we need to bring/do for church.
This morning was no exception, and I paused for approximately 20 seconds and documented our tornado with these very grainy pictures.
They crack me up. I don't remember what Lily was mad/sad about, and Eden is just chomping away at what should be on Lily's face and I have kid snot all over my skirt from their constant drive-by-nose-whipes.
It's always crazy, but its definitely worth it.