
Being the incredibly prepared, organized person that I am, I went grocery shopping and got gas yesterday. I was so proud of myself when I exited the grocery store after a marathon 3-hour shopping trip. (Note to self: don't wait until the kids are eating raisins and an orange for lunch before you go to the store!) I beat the crowds, as evidenced by the fact that I was able to purchase both bread and milk. Around here, if the forecast calls for snow you can bet there will be no bread or milk in any store in town.
I returned from my excursion and unloaded all 6 children and 16 grocery bags from the van. And then it hit me. I didn't buy a snow shovel. Crap!
We had a snow shovel but Jason broke it during the huge snowstorm we had when he was home for Christmas. Now I'll just have to remain holed up in my house until the neighbors start to worry.


Want to see what Ryan's cut looks like?

It looks much better today than it did a few days ago.


"Matthew, stop bothering Joshua or I'm eating your donut."
"Leila, if you whine I will have to eat your donut."
"That donut is mine if you don't stop teasing!"
Yes, go ahead and judge me. I threatened to eat their donuts. And I did eat somebody's donut too. (Any guess as to who lost a donut?)


Even the babies got in on the action. What a mess! It was pretty cute to watch them devour their first junk food though.

Can I borrow a shovel?