Good days

Good days are when the kids help me with the laundry. And Jazz folded their clothes, not bad for an amateur. Great job! I wonder how long good days last...

Neatly folded

And the best of the week was receiving Jare's blanket in the mailbox. We left it in the hotel when we were in Anaheim. I emailed them and requested it to be mailed over. It was his bedtime buddy and that explained his expression when he opened his 'gift'. I had sleepless nights for his missing blanket. So glad that it's back.

I'll be mindful not to leave anything precious behind again...

Happy boy!