3:00 A.M.

I spent the first several weeks of Baby Sister's life sleeping in the spare room in the basement.  I didn't want to disturb the Dad's slumber.  He still had to go to work and be functional.

On more than one occassion I would get a middle-of-the-night visit from JW.  He and Baby Sister would be wide awake having the time of their lives.  She would take her sweet time nursing.  He would bounce around the bed singing "No more monkeys jumping on the bed!" All I wanted in life was to go to sleep. It was 3:00 A.M.  

Auntie's House

For the last week of my maternity leave, I decided to take a road trip with my mom and the kids to my sister's house in Arizona.  JW could not stop talking about going to "Auntie's house" and playing on the bounce house.  For several weeks leading up to the trip he was so sad when I would pick him up from preschool and take him home and not to Auntie's house.  We had to delay our trip because of a major snow storm that engulfed our entire state for two days.  This was excrutiating for JW.

Since it takes 12 hours to drive to Auntie's house, we stopped half-way and stayed in a hotel.  JW had a complete meltdown that we were stopping, because the hotel "...is not Auntie's house!!!!"

Finally we arrived.  JW could not get out of the car fast enough.  He ran right in and said, "This is the best day of my life!"

We love Auntie's house.

 The bounce house

 Trucks trucks trucks

Enjoying the sun!

 

Sharing

JW and I had the following conversation the other night while JW was sitting on the couch eating from a bowl of fish crackers:

Mom: Will you share your fish crackers me?

JW: Ok, you can have one.

{JW gives me ONE fish cracker.  I eat it.}

Mom: Can I have another one?

JW: No, Mom.  You can have one now and one after dinner.