sometimes the toy box is just way more fun than the toys.
so fun, in fact, that when michael does finally decide to reach for a toy (a plastic egg his aunt mush put in his easter basket) he keeps a hold of the bucket with his leg.
this blog is where i, kylah, try to memorize the happenings in my life as wife and stay-at-home-mama to the wonderful kotze boys. depending on the day, my life can be full, funny, ridiculous or just down right boring. regardless of how it happens, i think it's worth remembering here.
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