Rich, creamy skies, warm air, open windows and curtains blowing in the breeze, that is what creates a morning like today. No shot of espresso for me this morning. It would be just too shocking for the system and would put me out of sinc with the rest of the population.
The kids can feel the sultry sensation, too. They want to wander around the house in their pj's, and if I weren't so determined to potty train Reagan, I would probably let them. They had to settle for a warm shower and the fuzzy feelings created by Johnson and Johnson's Baby Wash.
The only one of us unaffected by the weather seems to be Georgianna. She is doing her very best to figure out this thing called crawling, and she's working on it with gusto. I live in daily expectation of finding her stuck underneath a table. She doesn't even sit up yet, but she can get onto all fours and scoot herself forward a couple of inches, and I have to be careful about what I leave on the floor. She'll get into it. Period. Example: diaper wipes underneath the couch. For some reason that package is just absolutely fascinating to chew. She loves the crinkly, crunchy sound of the plastic moving between her fingers. So, now I'm on plastic patrol.
Tanner is trying to find excuses for not going outside to work on the bathroom wall, like calling Lucas at 10:30 am. That doesn't make sense to me since I'm pretty certain he won't be awake for another hour or more. I don't think Tanner is being lazy; it's the sound of something chewing on the pipes underneath the house that bothers him. Oh, dear, now that sounds like he's cowardly, but if you had seen the size of some of the rodents here, you'd be apprehensive, too.
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