So, I'm sitting here, tapping my feet, repeatedly checking the clock and drinking massive amounts of tea trying to be patient. I have 4 hours until I get to go pick up Brandon. I should have him here in my arms already but of course the army has to be persnickity and push the time back. While waiting and watching Sylas run amuk I started thinking about things that make my life easier.
~ Panda, I don't know what I would do without you. (or your clones for days you need to be washed, like today but you're being hung onto with a vengence so I'll have to wait instead of causing a meltdown.)
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~ My little red tea kettle. I couldn't make it through the day without your whistle.
~ Thomas the Train blanket. You were the best thing I ever thought of to make. Your simpleness and softness is completly loved.
~Kipi, my first baby. When I need a moment you are always there to distract the booga. Your neverending cuteness and weirdness keep Sy entertained for much needed extended periods of time.
~Outside, while huge and vague encompasses a great thing. We are always happy while outside here in our backyard or out and about the island. My son was a born outdoorsman.
I then started giggling because most of the things that make my life easier are baby related now. I am finding it very funny the way life works. Two years ago I would have named my vacuum, coffee pot, and car. Maybe it is the nerves on edge from mass amounts of caffiene and waiting or maybe I have finally lost my mind but I am histerically giggling. Sy is staring at me like I'm crazy. (which is actually a common occurance. I get the WTF looks from him and the dog all the time.)
Anywho, this giggling was only enhanced by looking at this picture:
The booga is thoroughly enjoying is creamy everything soup. (this is what I make when i have tons of random veggies leftover in the fridge, with some beans and veggie broth then purreed.) I guess it is safe to say he gets his craziness from his dad. ;)
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