Nothing really witty today. Just a big ole' photo dump.
My kids have decided that getting up at 4:30 a.m. is the "cool" thing to do.
Both of them.
This would be okay if I went to bed at a normal hour and slept straight through the night.
Which I don't.
Last night I did make it to bed around 10:00p.m.
But this was short lived and followed up by nursing intervals at 12:00 a.m. and 2:30 a.m. and then 4:00 a.m.
I thought I'd gotten the baby back to sleep and laid my oh so weary head on my glorious pillow when I heard the pitter patter of feet.
Caderyn was awake.
Not "I had a bad dream awake,but "Mom! Let's go!Make me breakfast, watch me poop and then answer my hundreds of 'Why' questions" awake.
And then Gabriel was all, "Hey! If he's awake, I'm definitely awake too! And while you're up and taking care of my brother's needs would you please listen to me poop from across the room, clean my pants and my outfit, let me spit up on you no less than three times, head butt you in the nose and jaw really hard, poop again and then smile at you all the while you're covered in my filth?"
And I was like, "Ummmm suuuuuure."
But I love them, so I just went through the motions and then made a giant pot of coffee.
Then I locked myself in my bedroom closet for ten minutes and drank my coffee and ate my breakfast in silence.
Yep I did.
It was glorious.
So, here are some pictures of our lives lately.
Mimi and Mema are you seeing this? You probably should answer his phone calls.
His poor cheeks are covered in this rash. No big deal though, he still farts like a champ every time I'm nursing him. Obviously the rash has not affected his ability to push loud noises out of his bottom.
This is the squishy face of a hungry boy who is ticked because I'm taking pictures instead of feeding him.
This is that squishy faced boy now milk drunk.
See the above statement.
This is my Giblet's Godmother. They are buds.
Caderyn hides grapes in his cheeks.
Gib is going to be on the Olympic 2028 gymnastics team. He's working on sticking the landings.
No shirt. No worries.
Well good morning to YOU too!
Tired and crabby. Oh what is a baby boy to do?
Two month check-up= 3 shots in the legs and 3 poop blow outs.
But he's still smiling.
Tub time=Fun for Mom
He's sexy and he knows it.