Can't say I blame him

This is what I get for waking up late and letting this kid roam around the house unsupervised.

I suppose I asked for it.

*Scroll down to pause the blog music before watching

A few things to note:

- Apparently I sound like a man when I wake up in the morning? Eh

- I think Oliver had his hand in his mouth because he was trying to suck the chocolate remnants off. UGH

- I was trying very hard not to laugh. I mean... c'mon. How could I scold him? He was just so happy to eat it! It was a chocolate covered donut. with sprinkles!

Small talk

[Scene: Sitting at the kitchen table eating lunch]

Evelyn: "Oliver, what did you do last night?"

Oliver: "Uh... sleep....?"

Evelyn: "Oh yeah?"

Oliver: "Yeah"

[End Scene]

Maybe this will become a habit.

I finally woke up early* today and had some quality alone time with a large cup of freshly brewed coffee and the internets.

We'll see how long I can keep this up.

I would also like to add that Oliver slept until 8:30 which is late for him and very nice for me. Oh, and I thought I'd mention that I'm nursing (w/ no hands! Big thighs have got to be good for something, right?) Wesley I as type this.

*for those of you who know me, early means anytime before 8:00am)

I'm going to sleep after this. I PROMISE

Do you ever have one of those moments when you feel like writing but don't have much to write about? Well, I do. I'm having one of those moments right now actually. Which is why so far I have yet to written anything interesting. or important. or relevant.

So yeah, I just feel like banging away on the keyboard. Today's been a relatively slow today. The last couple of weeks have been more lazy than normal, if that's even possible. I've been sleeping later (bad. BAD!) which in my case means past 12:00 and when this happens, I'm pretty much shot the next day. When I finally peel myself out of bed around 9:00, Oliver's already been up for who knows how long, roaming the house with his blanket dragging behind him. By this time, he's starving and ready for breakfast. Usually the first thing he says when he sees me is

"Can I eat?"

*hangs head in shame*

How bad of a mother can I be? Making my son wait for breakfast so I can get some sleep! Jeez. I really need to sleep earlier. Anyways, he can't really reach anything ready to eat in the pantry although I know he's tried. I've woken up many mornings to find the pantry open, chair pushed up to the front and random things strewn about the kitchen - rice, cans of tuna and spam and a large bottle of syrup. Once he realizes he can't eat any of it, he usually just makes some sort of fort by stacking up the cans. I guess he's got to figure out how to pass the time until the rest of us wake up, right?

Man, just typing that out makes me feel kind of guilty. But not guilty enough to get out of bed at 6 or 7 or whatever time it is he decides to get up for the day. Thank goodness the rest of my kids like to sleep as much as I do. I know this will all change once Evelyn starts school in the fall so I'm just going to enjoy the opportunity to be a little lazy less structured. That is, until I have to drive her to school with the younger two in tow. That should be fun! Uh huh...

And no, I'm not going to send her on the bus. Not this year. I'm She's not ready...

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I'll leave you with a picture of my two sweet boys.

The same very boys that will very likely eat me out of house and home.

All about Wesley

Concentrate...You can DO IT.




























Almost there!




























YES!!!





























OK. We GET IT. You can pull yourself to a standing position.
That's fantastic!

Now GO. TO. SLEEP.




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Wesley, whatever you do, don't turn around. There's a crazy frog right behind you.

















Wuh.... what are you looking at? Is there something on my face?