I sang happy birthday to Patrick when he got up at 615am! Of course, that's with TWO night feedings + Tylenol. He grinned, but really, this day is no different from all the other days his every wish is granted (other than playing with the dogfood).
But my nice, tidy plan for the morning is already shot. I shouldn't complain, but did the child HAVE to take a LOOOONG nap just as I want to leave for the farmer's market?
So I plopped him into the crib where he's been snoozing for 1.5 hours and counting. The car is packed and ready. While he's been sleeping, I've played with the puppies in the yard, drank coffee, read a book, listened to Bob Rivers, and surfed the internet.
Oh, the suffering.
1 comment:
Happy Birthday to your little man!
And to you as well! It's been one year since you became a mom - congrats, my dear!
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