I thought I would have a few quiet hours today. A good friend of ours called me up yesterday and graciously offered to take Brayden for the day today. Two of her four kids are pretty close to Brayden’s age–he is going to have the time of his life. I, on the other hand, had big plans, full of productivity going into my day with just one child. A list awaits me in the kitchen. Write thank you notes. Go to Wegmans. Vacuum up and downstairs. Take a nap. You know . . . those sort of things. So far, nothing yet has gone as planned. I’ve had a very sleepy, well behaved baby for most of the week, but this morning, he has decided that he isn’t going to let me have my productive-way. So, as I sit here editing these pictures and writing this post, I am rocking him with my foot while he lays in his car seat, praying that he will stay asleep so that I can begin to tackle my list.

My day still started early . . . hopes of catching a little extra sleep were quickly shot down as he still decided to wake up at six. He didn’t go back to sleep after I nursed him. Figures. I still haven’t showered. Nothing has gotten crossed off my list. I didn’t eat breakfast until a couple hours after I woke up. He just seems to be having a hard time settling into the day. Maybe he misses the noise and hustle and bustle of his energetic older brother?

And yes . . . I did let my two year old run down the middle of the road yesterday.