Tonight I am jumping into this post with both feet. A crazed day has followed an unpredictable night of tantrums and teething. My oldest decided that she was going to tell me what her bedtime routine would be. I’ll give her an A for effort. But it still took a sobbing 3 year old an hour to realize a failed mutiny. And even now, my youngest is thwarting the very pull of sweet slumber. He’s currently camped out w/his blankie and bink while Barney is attempting to placate his ornery butt. Gasp all you want. But that purple dinosaur is freaking magic.
While I race to pea {excuse the g-rated verbiage}, gather my wits and throw this post together; I chug cold coffee and am simply thankful. And after I get some sleep and my brain is working again I’ll let you know all about it. Tomorrow. For now, just see how cute my boy can be when he’s all about being adorable.
Catherine L. says
You brought back memories when you mentioned Barney. I forgot all about that singing dinosaur. My niece was a huge Barney fan, and it drove me crazy.