Less isn't always good

Jeremiah's closet finally got cleaned out. 

We went trough every toy, Lego piece, puzzle, crayon, and book .... he had... I almost cried.  Several times. 

I would ask ... do you still want this?

He would quickly answer ... no, I don't play with that anymore. 

So to the donation box it would go... a little piece of my little boy leaving me, for good. 

At one point I even got mad he was giving away so much.  

I will be eleven this year!

And Kip helping out saying  ... I didn't play with toys like that when I was ten. 

For years I always wanted less toys in the house.  Less stuff to clean.  Less stuff to step on.  Less stuff. 

Right now.  Less isn't feeling so good. 

Chopsticks.

Iv'e been frequenting Asian restaurants lately.

Usually Thai food is our favorite, but here we are again, this time celebrating with a birthday girl, enjoying Japanese.  Yum.

Here are my kiddies, chopsticks make great drumsticks (with supervision of coarse).

Funny faces.

Boys will boys.  I really tried, to get them to smile.

and dads will run after little girls all evening so mama can sip on wine with friends.