He he, this could have been my son after a ‘hard’ day on the beach. We have to reschedule our dinner time so he’s actually eating something before he’s in dreamland.
BAHHHH!! Ok, I know this is morbid, but there is something adorable to me about how a baby can relax totally when they sleep until they look dead. They are just helpless, laid back little dudes…
On a typical day that boy will crawl into my lap and back down again 67 times, mostly when I’m trying to use my computer. He will demand to go for a walk down the street 105 times, and Mimi or I will accommodate him 36 times. He will pre-nap about 7 miles a day riding in my pedicab and another 3 miles sleeping.
We pour him juice, milk or water 203 times a day. He eats about the same number of calories as three timber-jacks. We have to break up the 87 wrestling matches he has with his brother.
His running little feet have made ruts in the yard. There are toys scattered everywhere around the house no matter how many times you pick them up.
And he smiles a lot. Priceless and adorable. Works for me.
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Tuckered out! You know they were playing hard when they fall asleep while eating!
Have a great weekend Jen!
He he, this could have been my son after a ‘hard’ day on the beach. We have to reschedule our dinner time so he’s actually eating something before he’s in dreamland.
Priceless!
Ha! Now that is the sign of a good day!
BAHHHH!! Ok, I know this is morbid, but there is something adorable to me about how a baby can relax totally when they sleep until they look dead. They are just helpless, laid back little dudes…
On a typical day that boy will crawl into my lap and back down again 67 times, mostly when I’m trying to use my computer. He will demand to go for a walk down the street 105 times, and Mimi or I will accommodate him 36 times. He will pre-nap about 7 miles a day riding in my pedicab and another 3 miles sleeping.
We pour him juice, milk or water 203 times a day. He eats about the same number of calories as three timber-jacks. We have to break up the 87 wrestling matches he has with his brother.
His running little feet have made ruts in the yard. There are toys scattered everywhere around the house no matter how many times you pick them up.
And he smiles a lot. Priceless and adorable. Works for me.
Papa
Love it!! What more can be said??
Except… would you be interested in guest post sometime this summer?
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