These days, more often than not, my legs carry a special attachment... at any given time, in any given place. This stocky 13 kilo attachment is strong and hardy and maintains a killer grip, even when my legs are in motion. Deliberate and purposeful, he knows how to get attention and won't give up until he gets what he wants. It seems my little big man has reached the "UP" stage, as I refer to it and he places extra emphasis on the 'P'. uuuuuuP!
Last night I went to dinner with some great gals. Beautiful, funny, confident women, who I am blessed to have in my life. Our catch up's are few and far between, but always of the highest quality. And it is quality not quantity after all. Though the night out very nearly didn't happen. I'd planned everything to the enth degree. Boys fed, bathed, dressed and settled, in time for the changing of the guard when Scott arrived home. Then... Felix threw up his bottle of milk... everywhere... which was rather unfortunate given he'd also *just* fallen asleep. A mild panic washed over me, as I scurried to clean the mess and restore calm and order to the situation I had worked all day to create.
After much deliberation, I pulled it together and was on my way, granted, running a little late. I comforted an over tired Felix to sleep, slinked into a change of clothes and went au naturel on the makeup. Thank heavens for the fortitude and composure of my loving husband. Without it, I would no doubt throw in the towel during moments like these. Which would have been a great shame last night, given that Felix slept solidly, for a whopping 11 hours. And when I arrived home, the household was at peace, as was I, after a top night out with friends.
uP, uP, uuuuuuuuP!