It’s hard to tell, I know, but which one needed a nap?
She rallied for a picture eventually, though.
Cade. Such a good boy. Starting to be so self conscious. He approved of this photo to share (only).
Then there is my grass-eating, won’t look up, 9 month old cupcake.
And my handsome husband.
We ventured out yesterday for a shot in my foot (thank you, Doctor Johnson), and lunch (Mexican because when I said, “Baby, I don’t care where we eat. What sounds good to you?” … I was sending telepathic waves “Chips and Salsa. Chips and Salsa.” It worked!).
Then the park just before Fusspot came unglued and cried all the way home. It’s a long drive!
We remembered that scheduled nap times aren’t to be messed with. And then we sort of laughed …and then sort of went silent, like, “Where did this baby come from??!”
You know that moment don’t you? It fades into a daydream of margaritas on the beach because had you not had children, you would for SURE be living somewhere tropical without a care in the world.
But then you jump into the backseat, sitting on your 6 year old’s lap, trying to “shhh” the baby, while you will your blood pressure not to rise.
(Still worth it. He smells amazing.)
And then there is the holiday party we attended, where we all got to watch my husband tear up the dance floor with his version of the Macarena.
Never underestimate the power of a good belly laugh!
And then we finally watched Gone Girl.
I read the book and couldn’t wait for him to see the show so we could talk about all the levels of crazy out there.
Thanks to this movie, my husband will never look at me the same way again.
What?! Cool Girls really do not exist?! …Do you have a diary? What is your blood type again? … and then he slept with one eye open all night. haha