Our first trip to the Y put me into a bit of a tailspin. Have we gone again? Sure, but I’d rather not talk about that.
Here’s a little glimpse into the last few weeks at our house.
Elsa has become our little cookie hat fashionista.
Well, duh, Mom!
Our souls? In those containers.
James has mine, Elsa is carefully guarding Daddy’s.
I’m sorry Mom. Elsa made me do it!
