Sundays

Of all the days that's in the week

I dearly love but one day

And that's the day that comes betwixt

A Saturday and Monday.

Henry Carey

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Sundays have turned into my favorite day of the week lately.

Things are so slow and easy.

Just like I like.

Lots of time for loving, and feeling loved.

Lots of time for running around like a monkey.

And like Megan said,

time for documenting days when we actually get dressed.

I get to wear fancy things like red shoes.

And follow my munchkin around

taking pictures of everything he does.

Because, you know, I love him.

And he's really funny.

We took pictures of baby.

Thirty-one weeks.(But, who's counting?)

We had homemade Cafe Rio.

and snuggled and slept. all three of us. 

And by the end of the day,
things looked like bombs and tornadoes.
And no one cared.

We had b e t t e r things to do.

(4/16/11 8:20pm.)

 

Especially little dude, 

and bedtime with all the favorites:

blankey, passey, baby doll and new semi truck.

 The End.

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PS - Morg told us all day yesterday that the man on the front of this bottle was daddy.

Five bucks says if I beg Jared enough this week, by next week he'll have a mustache like Mr. Hot Sauce Picante.

I can't wait!