A nose is a nose like a rose is a rose (as everybody knows)

Here is a list of great highlights from our week:

--Josh filled up a sink with water and sat in it (fully clothed).

--Um. Josh did that first thing I just wrote, ahem, again.

--Josh dumped every box of cereal out onto the kitchen floor. Loved that one.

--Josh dumped an entire NEW bottle of liquid laundry detergent out onto the laundry room floor. We really loved that one. You can just imagine...

--I couldn't find Josh and so started asking my kids if they had seen him. Luke casually said, "Oh. Josh? He's up at the neighbor's watching TV." The neighbor really loved that one.

So where was the mother during all of this, you ask? Well, imagine a woman on the couch with a baby attached somewhere around the midsection.

--Last, but not least, here is a conversation I had with Luke this week.

Luke: Mom, I think the baby has your nose.

Me: Yes, Luke, I think you are right.

Luke: No offense Mom, but his is way better!

Mom: None taken.

So, the woman on the couch that you imagined?? Imagine her with a way worse nose.