Apparently we were in denial about it not being summer anymore. So for FHE we headed up the canyon with our bestest friends and roasted hotdogs and marshmallows and starbursts. The kids were happy to rub dirt all over themselves and run around. Well, Gray wasn't so into the dirt, but he made up for it in cheeto crumbs and maniacal faces.
Friday, October 11, 2013
I love mornings with this boy. Most mornings are spent a little chaotically... trying to get things ready to go for the day, hurrying out the door for work, or photo shoots, or something. I love the mornings we can just wake up together, play, eat some breakfast and be in our pajamas. I can't wait to be a stay-at-home mom. I never thought I would want that, but now nothing sounds better to me.
Mornings are the best. Gray sleeps from 8 to 8, then is awake for two hours while we play and eat breakfast and read books. And then he takes a nap for another hour or two. But he's such a happy morning baby. And he loves to wander over to his toy chest and pick out a toy... usually just one. And then he sits down and plays with it and studies it.
I'm embracing this peaceful schedule while I can, before we throw another baby into the mix and start all over again. :)