Blue skies, 50 degrees, and the way this house is shaking, I think we might be in for a Montana hurricane.
Okay, maybe I just wanted an excuse to post pictures of certain brown-eyed baby that’s been on a nap strike for a little over a week:
He got a tractor for Christmas. He calls it his “duh-duh”.
He’s awake, too soon, as we speak and I’m hoping that he’ll take the hint that I’m not picking him up so that I don’t have to make a decision about whether or not to:
1.) Get him up and endure a cranky baby until suppertime
2.) Hope he’ll go back to sleep but risk him crying for a good long while if he doesn’t.
I can’t make them.
Please don’t ever make me President.