An afternoon at the movies tuckered him out.
He could barely keep still in his seat at Muppets Most Wanted.
The majority of the scenes called for dancing in his seat.
Including some fairly wild arm gestures.
At our house it’s live.
With no volume control.
I’m pretty sure in his mind he’s an opera star.
(Do they have a name?)
In the end he wound up on the couch while his dad did some jewelry making.
Shane didn’t see that coming.
Shane wanted to make root beer float cookies. (So good.)
What better kitchen activity to do at the break of dawn?
And we are in the middle of the bunny-ears-on-everything phase.
They also spend quality time playing Shark Attack.
What better father-son activity than eating people?
Sometimes it’s hard being the only girl in the house.
Mostly on hot days like today I’d like to relax on the cool tile floor.
Oh to just do whatever I want like that.
And causing kitchen traffic jams would be an added bonus.
Exhaustion and smudged glasses caused by what I’m not sure.
Thinking that it felt good to ignore laundry today, knowing I’ll regret it tomorrow.
Actually looking forward to Monday. (Just a bit.)