Zoey woke up at 7:30 this morning complaining that she was "too wet". I rolled over in the smallish bed we were sharing (downstairs because it is so much cooler there) and realized Bryan had abandoned ship sometime in the night and yes, indeed, we were both a little too wet.
Sheets are in the wash. Zoey is warm and dry in a clean pair of Dora panties and much happier.
I can hear Bryan downstairs trying to coerce Zoey in to turning off Sesame Street in favor of the morning news. She is telling him in her sweetest toddler voice ever, "No, Daddy". And then going back to ignorning Sesame Street and playing with her horsie/barn combo.
I am upstairs, on my second cup of coffee, about to engage in my favorite weekend activity: menu planning and grocery list making. (You all would expect nothing else, I'm sure.)
I'm also debating whether a trip to Winco warrants changing out of my owl pajama pants, showering the faint pee smell off my body, and/or taming my crazy bed head. Probably not. But I'm going grocery shopping with my (much more refined) sister, so perhaps I'll shower for her benefit.
Happy Saturday!
1 comment:
I really like your blog. And Zoey is so cute.
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