Grace at the doctor yesterday while we waited to be seen – Whit was quickly diagnosed with strep. Poor boy felt like hell yesterday but seems to have perked up this morning (and by morning I mean 2am, 3am, 4am, when he was far too perky and far too present by my bed for my taste). This morning he told me that you get sick when you eat too many of your own boogers. He went on to say that this was hard because “I really really like to eat my boogers!”
Awesome.

Classic text from Anastasia while driving home:

“Whit locked himself in the 3rd floor bathroom and I cannot get him out.”

And a picture of the two of them uncharacteristically smiling in each others’ presence. The other 99.5% of the time they are ripping each others’ eyes out and drawing blood however they can.
This picture strikes me because I think they look alike when usually they look so different. Whit’s eyes seem really blue in these photos – maybe his bunk bed brings out his blue eyes? Because they are OPEN all the time when he’s in it?