I made some progress on Clark’s stocking

Here are a couple sweet pictures. I wish we could combine the best of both. It’d be priceless.

I need to shower so I can go out today. Costco run. Clark is crying because he wants to put his toys on my chair, and none of the other 6 barstools in the immediate vicinity are good enough. Max is screaming in the swing because he wants to be held.

Ah, mornings.