This job, nail clipping, is one of Ken's. When they were newborn babies it was mine. Ken used to tell me to just trim their nails with my teeth since I bit my own. Sounds barbaric but it worked sometimes. Being gone this past weekend really gave Ken a chance to do all of the mommy jobs. He had a lot to do with them since our weekends are usually pretty busy. Caroline had ballet and there was church, play practice and Awana. I was pretty certain that he'd skip something but nope, nothing. He took them everywhere they needed to go, with coordinated outfits, tights and bows. In fact, when I met everyone at church late on Sunday they all had their hair in cute little ponytails and friends gave him rave reviews.
I think my favorite weekend story was the dinner he made on Friday night....macaroni and cheese, tator tots, french fries and dinosaurs (like chicken nuggets). All of that greasy goodness for one meal. I doubt anyone complained :)
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