Superbowl Sunday Anna and Leah experienced their first chicken wings. They were both in love. I love their tabasco stained faces and fingers. Too much goodness. Side Note: Leah allowed me the pleasure of cleaning chicken wing vomit at 2 AM. Not nearly as delicious the second time around. I add these little tid-bits, so they might be more forgiving of my weaknesses when they become teenagers. They'll read these stories and know I must love them, right? Wishful thinking?
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Love those little faces! They're getting so silly, I love it!
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