|he is, at least, wearing socks. And a purple diaper|
3. I ask my Guardian Angel to do really stupid things for me, and you can, too. Usually my main request (read: BEG) is that he just sit next to my sleeping children and butt-pat them so that *I* don't have to keep butt-patting them. I choose to believe they would sleep even WORSE ("worse" is defined as anything other than the American Ideal of All Night at 6 Week) if I didn't ask my G.A to hook me up. I figure, other people's Guardian Angels delivered their mail, shielded their eyes from bad things, and plowed fields so they could go to Mass...surely butt-patting my lovely children is right up there in importance.
4. Speaking of children and sleep, last night I went to a prayer/reading group and Brad was working overtime, so one of my friend's husband's graciously offered to bring their kids here and have a little mini slumber party while his wife and I went to the group. The endevour resulted in major cuteness, and I am indebted to my non-train-gluing pals.
6. TONIGHT is a big night. Brad arranged for me to have a sleepover party with some friends and NO KIDS. I've not been without my kids since Gianna was born. I'm pretty excited, and I know my crew is pumped for more slumber party action. The vacays are coming fast and furious around here. Good things come to those who wait.
7. I don't know. Babies. Snuggle 'em if you've got 'em.
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