Yours, Mine & Ours. . .

Have you ever had one of those moments when you look at your child and whatever they are doing and say to your spouse, "Look at what YOUR child is doing/saying." Because only (fill in spouses name here)'s child would do/say such a thing. In our house we often joke that Han is all me and Sig is all Rob (Except when they are naughty, then they are BOTH his). In looks and temperament that is pretty true across the board. But occasionally the lines get crossed. Like yesterday, for instance.


As I am making a lovely dinner for my girls, Hannah comes in and says, "Can I have a can of Oysters while we wait?"


You read that right, Oysters. I say, "Sure, call it an appetizer." So her sister comes in and promptly hops up to the bar and says, "Oh, I want some!" SERIOUSLY! Eww. So, here is proof that they are both Rob's. . . .



In case you can't make out that box clearly enough . . .



Then we ate dinner and here is proof that they are mine. . .



Yes, we had cheese toast for dinner with tomatoes on top (YUM). Rob wasn't home (he doesn't get the tomato on the cheese toast combo) and really, they love it! (Why do you think I let them have appetizers?? Actually it was my insurance plan that they got any food. My oven has this mysterious habit of burning 95% of the cheese toasts I put in there. I can't figure it out. I am sure it has nothing to do with my short term memory issues!)