I do not iron

It's true. I'm not proud of it, but it's true, I do not iron. I was never taught how. But when your two precious angels have a piano recital and the ironer isn't home, you gotta do what you gotta do. I'm not sure if they look better or worse from their original state, but the boys said they looked good to them and they'd be happy to wear them. Score!

For the life of me I couldn't get these two pictures to turn up even though they are saved up in my computer.

This was before they were completely done. Daddy wasn't home yet do their hair and get their shirts tucked in and pulled out (I know that's a word, but I can't think of it).