Nick and I are sitting here with our computers in front of us… a hot mess of flannel and bed-head. In a daze.
Nick is listening to Celine Dion.
We’re all a little disconcerted after spending a sleepless night cleaning vomit and changing crib sheets every 20 minutes. My girl Della was overcome with the stomach flu at 1am. At 2am, after changing both girls’ pajama’s 3 times, we decided to separate the girls so at least Paisley could get some sleep and not have chunks matted in her hair in the morning.
Hope you weren’t eating breakfast.
It’s now 8:30, and both girls have gotten a head start on their morning naps. It’s sure to be an interesting day! Here’s to hoping Paisley dodges this affliction.
Can we change the subject?
So it started snowing on Monday, and hasn’t really stopped yet.
I thought about taking the girls out to play today, but we all know that’s not gonna happen.
Yesterday, I was out with my camera.
Reuben is thinking… oh SNAP, has someone really come to play with me in the snow? DREAM… COME… TRUE.
And then this happened.
And I began feeling fearful.
He spared my life, and instead proceeded to run in circles like a crazy.
He’s a special dog. But we love him just the same.
Ya know, the snow is pretty and all, but I’m aching for spring. I guess it’s that time of year when everyone’s OVER winter. But the way our temperatures have been very bi-polar, I’m guessing this snow won’t stick for long.