A couple of weeks ago I was giving Benson a bath while Mark was (I'm sure) doing something absolutely imperative to the well-being of our family and perhaps the entire neighborhood, like conquering the midevil world on Age of Empires. He keeps telling me that he and Tyler are working on beating "5 on hardest," a daunting feat that requires complete concentration, absolute silence besides the occassional "Monk, I need a monk!" cries coming from the computer speakers, and at least three and a half hours.
Anyway, for some unfathomable reason, Mark tore himself away from his fort-building and gold-storing long enough to come in to the bathroom where I was sitting on the edge of the tub shampooing Benson's hair, get a mischievous look in his eye, and push me in to the bathtub fully clothed. Before I could manage to mop myself off enough to get out without completely soaking the bathroom floor, he ran to the living room, grabbed the camera, and took dozens of extremely flattering pictures of me, including this jewel:
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Anyway, for some unfathomable reason, Mark tore himself away from his fort-building and gold-storing long enough to come in to the bathroom where I was sitting on the edge of the tub shampooing Benson's hair, get a mischievous look in his eye, and push me in to the bathtub fully clothed. Before I could manage to mop myself off enough to get out without completely soaking the bathroom floor, he ran to the living room, grabbed the camera, and took dozens of extremely flattering pictures of me, including this jewel:
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