She-time
I've happily been able to give Mispouza some down time from time to time after time, i.e., letting her get some rest or go off to run errands leaving me in charge of the 2.2 kids (we round down).
Sunday after the morning of football, Erin fell asleep in the van for a short while, meaning she was in no mood for a nap once she got home. Finally, around 3, Ainsley asked if I could hang out with her while she caught some zeez. We hung out in the basement, she plopped on a bean bag chair for nearly an hour, playing with toys, watching "Pulp Fiction" with me, listening to me playing guitar.
Ryan woke up around 4, so Erin and I fetched him and quickly ushered him to the basement so as not to wake up his mother. Halfway down the stairs he confided in me that he wasn't wearing any pants, but I was also folding laundry downstairs, so I knew where to vector him. We watched The Wiggles and Cars, ate either pretzels and applesaucy oatmeal, depending on one's propensity to chew solids, and let Mom sleep until about 5.
Monday Ainsley needed to pick up some stuff at the store, but didn't have a chance during the day on account of having to hang out at Toyota and take care of a nail slowly bent on destroying the van's right front tire, so she asked to do it when I got home from work. I strapped Erin into the bjorn and played a bit with Ryan before starting dinner for the three of us, only hampered by the fact I couldn't see what was directly in front of me, thanks to Erin Head, so she accidentally got her foot in the tomato sauce.
Double-teamed feeding, throwing mushy broccoli, peas, and green beans to my right and helping Ryan with his baked ziti to my left, then got both of them into the tub and was able to wash them both while simultaneously preventing Ryan's youthful aquatic joi de vivre from knocking Erin's small slippery tooshy over. Got Erin out and wrapped in a towel and onto Ryan's bed, then fished Ryan out, just in time for Ainsley to get back and witness the aftermath on the ground floor, but two happy kids that more than made up for it. Erin ended up sleeping six hours (nearly) straight.
Kidding about that Pulp Fiction deal. I was watching "X-Men" on Fox, but I turned her bean bag chair away from the television. I'm not a total miscreant. Just a partial one.
Sunday after the morning of football, Erin fell asleep in the van for a short while, meaning she was in no mood for a nap once she got home. Finally, around 3, Ainsley asked if I could hang out with her while she caught some zeez. We hung out in the basement, she plopped on a bean bag chair for nearly an hour, playing with toys, watching "Pulp Fiction" with me, listening to me playing guitar.
Ryan woke up around 4, so Erin and I fetched him and quickly ushered him to the basement so as not to wake up his mother. Halfway down the stairs he confided in me that he wasn't wearing any pants, but I was also folding laundry downstairs, so I knew where to vector him. We watched The Wiggles and Cars, ate either pretzels and applesaucy oatmeal, depending on one's propensity to chew solids, and let Mom sleep until about 5.
Monday Ainsley needed to pick up some stuff at the store, but didn't have a chance during the day on account of having to hang out at Toyota and take care of a nail slowly bent on destroying the van's right front tire, so she asked to do it when I got home from work. I strapped Erin into the bjorn and played a bit with Ryan before starting dinner for the three of us, only hampered by the fact I couldn't see what was directly in front of me, thanks to Erin Head, so she accidentally got her foot in the tomato sauce.
Double-teamed feeding, throwing mushy broccoli, peas, and green beans to my right and helping Ryan with his baked ziti to my left, then got both of them into the tub and was able to wash them both while simultaneously preventing Ryan's youthful aquatic joi de vivre from knocking Erin's small slippery tooshy over. Got Erin out and wrapped in a towel and onto Ryan's bed, then fished Ryan out, just in time for Ainsley to get back and witness the aftermath on the ground floor, but two happy kids that more than made up for it. Erin ended up sleeping six hours (nearly) straight.
Kidding about that Pulp Fiction deal. I was watching "X-Men" on Fox, but I turned her bean bag chair away from the television. I'm not a total miscreant. Just a partial one.
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