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The Great Indoors

Last night Daddy was out late, at his fantasy football draft.  Hey, you don't have to tell me it's lame.  I'm the president of the "I Don't Get Why Men Invest So Much Into A Fake League" club.  However, it's Daddy's thing and we let him have it.  Anyway, he was out.  I, not feeling good for a ton of reasons, was exhausted and recruited Uncle Kris to come over to play with Bug for awhile since I had absolutely no energy.  I had finally been drained.  He came.  They played.  He left.  Then it was just me and my little Buggy.  I was nervous.  I hadn't been alone with her since she had postponed her bedtime to 9/9:30pm.  This was going to be tough.  I had 2 more hours until bedtime. What were we going to do?  I know- Sesame Street!  When all else fails, get Elmo and Cookie Monster involved.  We set up a blanket in the living room, some pillows, Bug grabbed a thousand of her BFF stuffed animals and placed them on the blanket with us, and we projected fake stars onto the ceiling with one of her toys.  It was awesome.  After one round of Big Bird, Bug got herself comfortable on that blanket and fell asleep.  What an awesome sleepover.  Aaah, the great indoors.  :)  And THAT is how you camp with Mommy.

Sidenote:  After an hour of Bug sleeping on the floor I decided to move her into her crib.  I have not carried a sleeping Bug since she hit 25 lbs.  Whoa.  It was rough, but I did it.

We had an issue last night.  We lost a member of Bug's finger puppet family- Chicken.  After Bug went to bed, the adopted cat took the finger puppet around the house and played with it for about 10 minutes.  When Daddy got home from his fantasy football draft (lame, I know), I asked him to help me look for the puppet.  Within a second, we found Chicken.  :/  Oh, poor Chicken!  The adopted cat had left her for dead, in her water dish.  :/  I assume this was my fault because I had heard the adopted cat meowing incessantly as if trying to tell me something, but I was too tired to look.  Argh.  Parental FAIL. 

Look of guilt?  I think not.

Hey, did you know I now have a toddler?  It still amazes me that she's getting so big and doing so many things all by herself.  I almost want to cry.  A lot.  (College is going to be tough.) Here are some snapshots of my toddler this morning, before heading off to school.



God Bless,
Kat

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