when it rains, it pours?
Oh, my. Today a friend of mine surprized me by dropping some stuff off at our house. As I was answering the door, DD decided to puke on me. Not just a little either! So, talk about gross. My poor friend. A shower and new clothes later, it is like nothing happened, but still, pretty gross. Parenting is both humiliating and humbling! Last night I got to spend some very precious time putting DS to bed. He likes his night time routine, which has been working out pretty well. DH usually sings him the theme song from an old TV show he used to watch as a child. One or two times through, and G Boy is fast asleep. Now did I remeber the theme song from any TV show I used to watch? No, I was racking my brain trying to remember something that wouldn't get G Boy all awake again. So, I decided to pass on any Wiggles or Barney tunes that happen to be in my head on a constant basis. I finally decided to tell him a story. So I say, "I'm going to tell you a story, now close your eyes,..." And he responds, "No mommy! I tell you a story." And proceeds to tell me a pretty darn good story, in which I close my eyes, and start to feel myself subcoming to the calling of deep sleep. I have to hold out, but he keeps on with his calm story about him and two of his very important imaginary friends (only he doesn't know this). About 25 minutes later, we are both asleep. DH comes home and pouts that he wanted to visit with me. Can I get up? Nope. Sorry hun. I've already had my bedtime story.