The little one has successfully spent three nights in the pack n play. And survived four month shots with barely a hiccup. And has recently determined {with the help of a little Prilosec} that he wants to be adorable 94% of the time which is basically the best thing since Reebok Pumps. {ummmmm. Nice babies are waaaaaay easier. Just FYI}.
The middlest pooped on the potty this morning, meaning one less pair of undies to scrub out {who knew he just needed the iPad to help him iPoo?}. And he only had one {yep. One. Singular.} freak out today. Which means he’s been a gemstone the rest of the day. Halle-freakin-lujah.
The oldest has decided today is a perfect day to be as charming as possible. And told his teacher upon entering school, that he brought her a flower as pretty as she is {he’s still young enough to not get bullied for that. Score.}.
The hubs got a new ride this week. And managed to squeeze in a little family lunch and sunshine time today. And is ready to run the 1/2 on Sunday.
Oh, and two more of my besties just found out they are bearing little boys {yes. It’s an epidemic}.
It’s a damn good day. And yes. Damn was necessary there.
Are you, too, having a damn good day? I sure hope so.
Sometimes the little things really are the big things, eh?
