We all survived.

Before I get to my grand post, G wants to give a shout-out to working moms. 

I've worked a lot more than normal lately, and here's my conclusion: I don't know how moms do this day-in-and-day-out. Granted, I am a wimp, but I still must tip my hats to you mothers who work outside the home, along with inside the home. It's not for chumps.

Anywho.

Yesterday after I got the kids home from school I knew we just had to play outside for while. It was a nice day yesterday, with the temps right at 65 degrees and just downright beautiful!

So we pondered what we should do. 

 We, could just be cute

Or better yet, pout.

Lord knows I have some first-class pouters.

But the final decision we made was jumping rope.

The kids are crazy obsessed with this.

The first thing Hope does every morning when she gets out of bed is jump rope.  Seriously, can you imagine?

But like I said, we were there to jump rope.

And by we, I mean the kids. I was perfectly content just sitting on the sidelines watching.

But we means something different to the kids.


Oy.

IT MEANS WE ALL JUMP ROPE.

And if I'm nothing, I am usually up for doing whatever, even if does mean my son might have to practically hold me up so death wont take me. I mean have you jumped rope lately? DEATH.

But I'm happy to report, we all survived.