My cousin Nicole just stopped over to see if she could take the boys to the playground. I was so eager to have fifteen minutes of quiet in the house that I practically pushed the kids out the door with her.
As they walked away, I admired their collective fashion ensemble. Aidan is wearing sweatpants he outgrew last year that barely touch his ankle. Hello boy capri sweats! Brennan has his pants on backwards. (I noticed it before nap, but I was just too damn tired to put up a fight. He insists he prefers his pants on backwards. Sometimes you just have to pick and choose your battles carefully.) And then there was Griffin outfitted in hand me down sweatpants gaping at the waist, from being at least two sizes too big, topped off with a fleece jacket so small that it barely has three quarter sleeves.
My little traveling band of ragamuffins.
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