A rare Sunday

I just love when my kids are all dressed up for church. Grace has more dresses than than any other child I know - Poor Max, he's either had a runny nose, an ear infection or a cough pretty much the whole winter. I think this was the 2nd or 3rd time he's been to nursery since he hit 18 months. (And this week he's got the worst cough yet, so he'll be staying home with daddy. Again. Which means daddy gets the nap time, which means.... I'll stop there.) So, last week all four of us went to church.

Max has started fighting pretty much every picture I want to take, he either closes his eyes or just stares - he's so dang fast most of the time I get one of him turning his head. This was the best we could do...

Mr. Mellow.
Grace however can be bribed and played along nicely for a few pictures of her in her big brown tutu skirt. I'm addicted to Gymboree, I can't go in there because every time I do I want to spend lots of $$$. They just have the cutest stuff!

Now... what to wear today?