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Sleeping Wyatt

So, in an effort to post a bit more (let's face it, 2014 has been an epic fail for me in terms of updating this blog), I've downloaded an app for my blog that allows me to update whenever I want, long or short blog post. I'm actually updating from my bed right this second while the hubs is sleeping. (I was obviously not utilizing my smart phone to the best of it's ability.) So here I go...

God must have really been looking out for me because he blessed me with a kid who loves to do laundry! (Such a weak spot for me.) Every week Bug insists of helping us sort and start the laundry. Woohoo! I'm not going to lie- she is fantastic at sorting! Check it out!
75% of this sorting is all her. Her piles are "dark purple and blues, pinks (yes, she's got so much pink she made it's own pile), whites, other colors."

Update: someone is growing increasingly fond of Lolo Larry each time she sees him. This makes me happy because he is such a special uncle to me-- the coolest! Who else would play Bingo with us and bet with sour candy? 
Bug is officially in a real bed. Forget this toddler bed business! Since transitioning into a twin bed, she hasn't had a sleep walk episode! Hooray! I'm not sure if it's because now she is more comfortable or if she just can't get off the bed because it's too high. Whatever the reason, yay for no creepy sleep walking nights! (Knock on wood!) 
Ducky is still around. What kind of ridiculous thought is it to assume she'd be over him? Ha! He's so used and abused that she refers to a once yellow duck as "white" (ahem-- gray). 
Too bad sometimes Ducky "baby" is forced to "grow" in her tummy at night. Finding Ducky trapped in Buggy's Night shirt is a common occurrence these days. I'd be more shocked if we didn't find him there. I hope that's Duck in there. If not, we've got an early developer! Eeek! 
Anyway, that's all for tonight! Zzz...

God bless,
Kat (& sleeping Wyatt)

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