Mom and Dad found a box of my trophies and medals from dance when they were unpacking and sent them over, so I thought about what to do with them before realizing the obvious.
But for some reason Noah thinks this little mantelpiece vignette is tacky:
I just don't see it. Maybe he's not used to being confronted with so much gold (the vignette continues out of frame, FYI).
In other news, on my first official day as a stay at home mom, Ethan christened me by having his first official tantrum in Sam's Club, forcing me to carry him out screaming. In his defense, I was being cruel: I wouldn't buy a 14-pound bag of M&Ms he found (positioned evilly in the same aisle as the diapers).
He mourned the entire way home, wailing "Nooooooo eeeeemieeeees!" Because that's what he calls M&Ms. Eemies.