Nope that didn’t work either.
Well I think I’m officially adapted to having three now. We’re making it out the door on time, beds are made, and I’m actually able to get dressed without screaming at someone because we are running late. Life is starting to go on the upswing, until 4pm of course when I’m am out of energy and watching the minutes on the clock slowly creep by until its time for Mr. Dunbar to arrive home.
One of our biggest hiccups; Popeye still isn’t liking the camera.
Sorry, Buddy, that’s one you're going to have to learn to like or at least deal with.
Hoping to have some more interesting posts, with pictures other than my kids in the living room soon.