Grandpa Gary, great grandson Anderson, granddaughter Chloe
As for the lack of time to rest, that's (no)thanks to Mister Stinky Pants. The little one apparently decided naps are for wussies. He also decided 4am is the new 9am, and that 6am is ALSO the new 9am. We're not sleeping much around here the past few days, and I'm hoping it's temporary, because I'm not loving my sleepy stupor. This morning I walked to the mailbox and instead of inserting my outgoing mail into the outgoing mail slot, I dropped my mailbox key in. Then proceeded to walk up the neighbors' driveway on the way home and get to the front porch before I realized the place looked a little unfamiliar. Then dressed Anderson in a onesie and didn't notice the lack of a diaper until I went to pull his pants up and thought they felt a little loose. (That could have ended messily.) Send your "sleepy baby dust" my way and hope along with me that this is just a vacation hangover A's wearing off.
A happy list, because I'm too tired to blog coherently:
American Idol. This week. My couch. I'll be there.
My new MacBook, my new love. So sleek. So amiable.
Megan & Ryan's baby- THIS WEEK!
Excitement for Auntie Lauren!
Cold front. Really, just an excuse to wear Uggs and complain.