It's gonna be that kinda party

Thanksgiving was a weird blast since it went from less of having a Kid's table to just letting them turn the back bedrooms in my mother-in-law's house into a Lord of the Flies playground. Beds were stripped. Heads were bonked. Toys were found in strange places. But it's all good as long as nobody takes a plate of food into the warzone of screaming, racing preschoolers.

Is that a threat? No really, is that a threat?

"If you do that again, I'll take a raincheck!"

The Humble Child.

"This is my newest masterpiece."

new neighbors

There is a good sensation when a new family moves down the block with kids around the same age as mine. She's not quite old enough to head over on her own, but it's not a bad break to tag along with her. Just have to remember that I don't get a turn on the swing.

Don't touch my weave.

Had our first playdate which ended with a wig yanking incident. I guess Josie is warming up for her turn on RuPaul's Drag Race.