This morning was tough...I mean- up at 10pm and 1, 3, 5, 6, and 7am -tough. Something about sleep deprivation makes you want to do absolutely nothing all day long, but I knew nothing was the last thing I would be doing with a 2 yr old and a 2 month old. I was Grrrr angry tired as I huffed and puffed my way downstairs to start the day.
All I wanted to do was sit on the couch and watch bad TV, with one hand stuffed in a bag of not baked, full fat chips while the other one held a 20 oz. Diet Mountain Dew.
Thank God for the Dew...
I realized fast that I needed a gimmick to find some kind of motivation to make it through the day. Motivation that 3 cans- yes 3- of Diet Mt. Dew just couldn't provide.
I remember babysitting as a teenager, wanting the kids to get ready for bed when it was the last thing they wanted to do.
"Who wants to race upstairs so you can brush your teeth?"
"Let's see who can put their pj's on the fastest?" and so on. I needed to light that kind of spark in me.
I came up with a plan. I decided that I could do whatever I wanted today, as long as I wrote a post about it tonight. I wanted today to be memorable. I didn't want to write about how Greyson brushed his teeth 4 times so he could eat the watermelon toothpaste, or how we watched the "Morning Music" episode of Blue's Clues 8 times in a row. I needed to write about more, therefore, I needed to do more. Make sense?
After some deliberation, we headed to Lowe's to pick out paint for Greyson's soon to be new room. Now I'm scared to go alone to most places with my two boys when I've had a decent nights sleep, so for me this was superbly daring. My stars aligned because the drive with baby Parker wasn't nearly as devastating as usual. We searched for the perfect shade of blue to compliment the room...not sure if we found it yet...
And adorable Parker was content staring at the ceiling fan while I tested the colors out.
Lowe's occupied our time until lunch. We were lucky to have a visit from Dad. You are hilarious when you put on sunglasses. You must think they are always just about to fly off because you usually keep a finger on the lens like you are holding them in place.
Later after Daddy got home I laced up for a run. Yes, it was hot. Yes, I was tired- but I still needed more to write about. I decided it was my best bet to befriend the heat as soon as I stepped out the door. I convinced myself it actually felt good...breathing in the hot, dry air, sun on my shoulders. Running loosens my limbs and my mind and afterwards I always feel better.
Next? Grey and I went to the grocery store, went home for dinner, and then went to play outside.
Watching Greyson and Belle is a guaranteed good time. It's so sweet to watch one of my first babies form a relationship with my first human baby.
We had so much fun playing and practicing photography...working on movement and focus. And although photographically speaking (I think I made up that term), the following picture is all wrong (out of focus, over exposed etc.) it is one of my favorites ever because something about it captures the very essence of you, Greyson.
I love how your hair bounces like Farrah Fawcett below.
And finally, I used good old fashioned bribery to get you to come in for the night. The bribery was covered in chocolate and peanuts and melted pretty fast.
So, clearly I didn't cure cancer or do anything remotely accomplished sounding or fundamental today, but I have something to write about, and for that I am proud.