They were delicious... so delicious in fact that I am pretty sure Wyatt had 3 or 4... I hope Jillian Michaels doesn't get wind of this or this will be my last post (because I will be dead).
After breakfast (if you can really call it that) Wyatt was a little hyper (gee, I wonder why?) he was running around singing "Sing around the rosie, pockets full of ponies, asses, asses, we all fall down" at the top of his lungs... and I was cracking up the entire time!
Later tonight it was Icyle that was making us smile...
playing peek a boo and so big... what a cutie!
Oh, and Wyatt asked why she had poo poo on her shirt... I informed him it was not poo poo and it was from her food.