Game, set, match - Phoenix.
At the end of the day, when the full milk cup was thrown at the flower vase - I conceded the match.
In the middle of the day, when the baseball bat walked into the house in his hands, in arms a-swinging, I was still going strong.
In the early morning, when the sippy cup flew toward my coffee mug, I was at my peak.
It was going to be A Good Day.
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We'll be here all week folks! Thank you!
The girls are running around in utter delight, having raided the closet and found all the summer clothes. Yee-ha!! New clothes!!
Phoenix is running around, terrorizing the masses with a stinky diaper. Cole is encouraging the stinky-sharing, egging on the madman.
The day awaits and it promises to be beautiful.
Another Good Day, right?
Right.
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