At which point I'm reminded why we don't do arts and crafts in this house.
(This was supposed to be turkey cookies. Looks more like a ransom note.)
(This is why we're holding off on getting a puppy.)
(This is me and the husband. I try not to read into my massacred face and its pairing with a jubilant spouse.)
(This is finger paint. Because it begs for clarification.)
(And the pièce de résistance: my son's self-image is a bit..morbid. And acromegaly-ish.)
My husband gets back in a few more weeks. I don't think we'll be making a Welcome Home! sign.