I have been teaching online classes again and sometimes it requires bouncing a fussy baby on my lap while I try to work on my laptop. (Obviously effective.) Dex's witching hour is 5 o'clock so today in an attempt to console him and provide photographic proof the boys actually have a mother, we busted out the photo booth. Surprise, he really liked it. He was seriously fascinated with photo booth. Who knew?
People give me a hard time about taking so many pictures of the boys with Preston, but let's be honest, when pictures of you turn out like the one below, it's not super encouraging. I think the boys might be better off thinking Preston was a single father than thinking their mom was mentally handicapped. And yes, that is corn starch on Davis's head from his helmet. The jury is still out on what he is less thrilled about, sitting on my lap or the corn starch mixed with sweat forming gravy on his head. Poor baby. Crossing our fingers for just a few more weeks in that clunky mess of a helmet.
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