# 26 of 30

I took the boys on a ride around Staten Island via the bus. Public transportation is so fun!! A little bit germy, but still so fun!

I know. I know. With a su-weet ride like this why would I ever venture out in anything else? We all know the two-tone hood is in. It screams, "Next time I won't turn around to answer a hey mom when I'm driving."

But back to the matter at hand. Me. The boys. The bus.

Silly to you maybe, but a grand ole' time for us. We loved every detail from the gum on the floor to the regulars giving us crazy looks for taking pictures. Our only regret is that we didn't cruise around longer. I was afraid, however, what might happen if I went too far without enough snacks in my purse. Hungry children strike fear into my heart. I don't leave home without at least a baggie of goldfish. It's just too risky.

Here are the boys waiting for the bus. I actually didn't even go. I just gave Calvin the metro card and told him how to get home. He's so mature for his age. KIDDING! I didn't send them out by themselves. I paid the bum on the corner to ride with them. KIDDING!

Nothing says love like hugging a transit map pole.
I know this looks like he is in pain, but he is actually giving me the biggest smile that he could. By this moment he was so excited to be on the bus he could hardly stand it.
Do you like my glossy lips? It's just some nude colored gloss from Clinique. It's too bad that I can't say the same for the glistening blob beside Wyatt's nose. It is, in fact, snot. Yes. I'm just glad that he didn't lick it before I wiped it up. Simple pleasures.