We ate cookies for breakfast.

I feel like a weakling that my mood can be so dependant on the weather. But so it is.

The condensation dripping down on the inside of our 60 year old windows makes it seem like it's not only raining outside our house, but inside too. On days like this it seems the only logical way to combat the rainy day woes is to eat cookies for breakfast, keep your jammies on, turn up the music you love, have a massive pillow fight on the bed, bathe the dinos in the sink, eat cheese with the dog, and fold lots and LOTS of laundry.

(pillow fight)

(Attempt to capture the dreary window...not the clearest, sorry)

(Boys eating cheese with Reece)