Foot traffic

Can a person die, or at least lose consciousness, from noxious odors?  Can you burn through steel with a horrid scent?  Can the toxic odor create a heat that could curl the hair of 20 ladies in a salon?

I’m pretty sure all of those things could have happened had I not, most vehemently and with the most serious look of disgust on my face, forced my boys to remove their WMD capable socks and sanitize their feet in the bath.  Boys…though, I’ve heard that girls can perform equally disgusting feats (pardon the pun). 

 

Baby in a Basket

Are there any better ways to travel?  They think not, or at least in the winter.  A wagon of course trumps a laundry basket, but when the wagon is locked out in the cold, mommy’s carrier of all of our very soiled clothing will do.

 

They take turns pushing and pulling each other and I’m amazed at their strength!

Park Time! 

Oh, and mommy kept ruining it by taking pictures of us.  She said it’s for Christmas but we think she’s acting like a lunatic chasing us around and encouraging us to say “cheese.”  Like we can pronounce our “ch”s already.  Silly mommy!

 

A temporary peace between the 3 warring nations.  Dougland, Island, and Reedland, three treacherous lands, all three of which have a massive stockpile of stinky socks.

I hope you are all having a wonderful Christmas season!  I’ll be posting our family picture later.  Or at least all 5 kids.