Promises, Promises

How many of us made a promise to ourselves before we had children that they would never have a face that looked like this?


Or this?

And now? For all I know, most of the time, I might be walking around with something on my own face. Blissfully unaware.  I do have to admit that I was embarrassed the other day when I ran into a friend and she looked down at Will and told him, "Will, you have a boogie hanging out of your nose."

Okay.

Maybe I need to recommit myself to the "My children will never have gross faces, or noses" promise. It is looking like that might be a good one.

And Georgia's hair? I know, it needs...something! But you put a hair clip or elastic band in this girl's hair at the risk of losing an eye.

A few days ago she was looking in the mirror and then said, "Mom, my hair is getting orange! Then she told me mine is yellow. I kinda hope it isn't exactly "yellow."

Speaking of faces. I got some good ones of Walker this week. I can't decide which is my favorite. And as for the messy face above... I will always love it! No matter how smeared.

A little too high.

A little confused.

There we go!