Sometimes

Sometimes, our kitchen becomes the school room out of necessity according to what I need to get done around the house.

Sometimes, I watch the boys go out for recess and I don't offer to help because I think it's cute when Cooper helps Miles onto the trampoline.

Sometimes, Miles cracks us up ...okay, all.the.time.

Sometimes, while coloring 17 bunnies, he says, "I don't like the way this one is eyeballing me."

Sometimes, Miles puts on sunglasses in the house and then says, 

"Sometimes when people see something, they do this."!

Sometimes, his job of being the class clown has worn him out.

So sometimes, a Friday afternoon snack turns into an afternoon nap.

Sometimes, the boys help with the weekend chores.

Sometimes.... it's because they tracked mud in.

Sometimes, I enjoy the fresh air, coffee and a book while Derek does his weekend chores.

Sometimes, lunch is a working lunch.

Sometimes, Cooper wants to use chopsticks, which just makes lunch a lot of work!

Sometimes, we just feel like Monday has gotten the best of us.

But sometimes, we tell Monday who is the boss and have a good day anyway.

And sometimes.... Monday is a good day only after a nap.