Just when I think they're surely going to drive me to drink, they sense it and decide to go all cute. Here are Gutsy and Spawnling late last week, sleeping like the little angels they like to pretend to be.
I'm going to go to Ikea this weekend and buy one of those three panel frames. Can you blame me?
Why can't they always be this adorable? Why must they scream at me for things? Like tonight. Spawnling suddenly decided that mommy disappearing means she is going away forever and never giving him breastmilk again. He began to wail the minute I left the room until I rushed back in and scooped him up.
And Gutsy? Well, he's discovered the art of using up nearly every article of clean clothing I so lovingly placed in his drawer. Dress up is fun, you know. So very fun. And mommy doesn't do nearly enough laundry, so he figured he'd mix up the clean stuff with the dirty. Guess who's going to help mommy sort and put away his clothing tomorrow? Hint: it starts with G and ends with Y and rhymes with Buttsy.
Anyway, I swear I could have 5 more just looking at these pictures. Don't tell Geekster that though, or he might confiscate my camera and lace my morning coffee with Alesse.