M and E spent the night with nanny and B was working so the Tyrant Tater and I had some quality time together. Sometimes when it's just him at home I feel like I don't even have kids. Literally, I forget about him and find him climbing on chairs and trying to pull lamps off tables. He has the cutest puppy dog eyes he gives now when you catch him doing something wrong. Makes me laugh every time. It won't be funny in ten years, but for now I'm laughing.
Sunday we went to church and then I headed to my parents house for the afternoon. They had filled up their baby pool and the taters had a blast in it most of the day.
|E planting flowers|
|Checking out a caterpillar in a cocoon on the deck|
|TT wanted NO PART of the pool fun|
|Helping Ungle Greggy hollow out some gourds to make birdhouses|
B and I always laugh at how we thought when we bought a smaller house we were going to feel too cramped. The truth is we are normally all within a five foot radius of one another anyway. It's like we navigate the house as a pack, or herd, or gaggle (Michael informed the other day this is a large group of geese). I told him I already knew that. Of course. What kind of mom wouldn't already know that? Heheh. Anyway, my point in all this was just to say that this is how I found the taters at bed time Sunday. They all wanted to sleep together. And the dog wanted to sleep wherever they were sleeping. Sometimes they're pure sweetness.
Talk to ya soon,