Grandad came for breakfast! The whole world tilts his direction, his celebrity status firmly attached to Grammie. She spoiled us all to the tips of our toes yesterday. {Sigh} Sure nice being a daughter.
Now, quarter past nine, Jane is curled up in a blanket nest. Upset tummy.
Jack is in the kitchen preparing banana slices. He dumps all in a froggie bowl, scurries for Jane's nest. All she needs is a little bell.
Lulu has explored the bananas, ate most of one trashed it, and stuffed one down the hose of the shop vac. Her face is rather dusty.
I'm eating a blueberry poptart.
Life is good.
I always knew when I was pregnant because I started craving pop tarts which I rarely eat otherwise. :)
ReplyDeleteA POPTART! A classic indulgence, even if it's not that good, it's good enough!
ReplyDeleteLife at your house... it always makes me laugh! Sounds like Lulu has figured out how to make her own fun, too!! Glad you enjoyed your sugar-filled, fake fruit treat!! Haha!
ReplyDeleteHey, but a highly fortified sugar-filled, fake fruit treat. (snort)
ReplyDeleteAmen, Pig Woman! Any chance they make highly fortified Reeces Pieces? Maybe I better stick to the occasional Poptart... :)
ReplyDeleteFake blueberry treats, smushed banana and dusty faces, chivalrous brothers, pampered little ones in nests... It IS a good life!
ReplyDeleteThanks for causing me to smile, to stop to notice the sweetnesses in my space, too. {satisfied sigh}