Baby had a rough night. Who am I kidding? Britt has a rough night every night. He forgot how to sleep more than 2 hours straight...thus, the yawn, and the coffee (still decaf) and the valiant effort by my coffee mug to make this morning decent.
Letting Sasha, the trusty dog o' the house, out. She's recently lost her partner in crime, my little Yorkie, Teddy. But that's another blog post for another day.
Solo Sasha takes on the chasing of the bunnies that have claimed the garden over night.
Time to change the babe. Look at those legs. That's some squeezable stuff, right there.
Bubba - we've taken to calling him "Bubba." No, we're not from the depths of Alabama - plays with his toys while I try to fight the morning grog and get the big piggies breakfast.
Look at those sweet lips full of rice cereal. Ugh...I'd kiss them if they weren't so goopy.
After breakfast, the big piglets read their stack of library books while I put Britt down for a nap.
Cleaning up yesterday's Cootie aftermath.
We're gearing up to go over the river and through the woods to Grandma Honey's house for a "just because" visit. I love those kinds of visits.
I wrap some mini-loaves of zucchini bread to bring to my mom. I've been baking up the zucchini from the garden like a mad woman and then popping the goods in the freezer.
I hear some grunts and squeals from my bedroom and go to find that this little piglet has woken from his nap. I wish I were always this happy to wake up.
Britt sleeps in my bed for naps. He takes a much longer nap if he's in my bed. I tribute it to his sensitive baby nose - if the bedding smells like mama, he feels comfortable snoozing longer.
Packing our bags for an overnight stay at Grams. So much stuff for one little night.
Stopping for a fill up for the gas-guzzler. Yes, that's an antibacterial wipe I've got on the handle...gas pumps give me the creeps.
Rewarded for our 30 minute drive by this sight:
The perfect Grammie's house, no?
Grandma Honey promptly snatches Britt for a quick snuggle. And I grab the PB&J to whip up some sandwiches for lunch.
Beck "helps." :)
Nap time approaches. I, silently, rejoice for the respite in kid-duty. I'm still fuzzy from my night of no sleep.
Evie climbs the steps to the Grandkid's Room. Or "The Paris Room" as I like to call it.
Mom has a perfect shade of blush pink on the walls and a map of Paris hanging. The curtains are a European street scene toile. It's a fun room.
Sleep well, monkey.
After kid's naps, they get to work in the yard. Picking up sticks and puttering in the garden...
...and finding some time in there for a little imagination play.
Evie helping Gram with dinner. The Kate Moss look has returned after her nap.
Beck serving in time-out after doing some offensive big brother thing or another. And then we eat a quick dinner.
My little brother...not so little anymore...snuggles little piggy while I prep for a Starbucks run and a trip to the worst store ever.
Full of S'bucks mini-donuts and stones (read: "scones") we drag our tired selves home to put on jammies.
Auntie Alli is home from work...we take time for a pajama-ed romp on the couch.
Strangulation or hugs? Sometimes, with kids this age, it's hard to tell...
I enjoy it either way.
Gram takes the kids up and tucks them in bed while Sister and I lace up the running shoes and go for a night-time run. We go 2 miles.
I use the terms "run" and "2 miles" quite loosely. Interpret that as you will.
We're training to run a 10K this fall.
At this point the night is pretty much over. We stay up and talk about sister things in a manner only sisters can have. And then, after a last baby feeding, I tuck myself in and sleeeep.
...for approximately 2 hours until I'm woken up by a cute, but very annoying, baby.
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