Grrr...I really do love you.

I wish Matt took a better picture of how this played out. Charlie mowed about 2 inches behind my heels for about 80% of the yard. I'd stop and I'd get plastic mower teeth in the heels. Not to mention the child was barefoot and inches away from a super sharp, spinning blade. The deal was I'd mow if he'd entertain the kids and do the bath.

His version of entertaining included opening the door, letting them run free, and getting the camera. Shoot. I could have done that while he was at work. I waited for him to get home for a reason.

He did manage to bathe them though so he got it half right (and managed to take an adorable picture of Annie). Guess we'll go ahead and stay married a little longer. What an inappropriate thing to joke about right? I'm tired...