If you had come over this weekend, I would have invited you in to the joyful mess that was our home.
As you stepped inside, you'd have probably been shocked by our laziness - I was at first! But then I realized that sometimes sleeping in until 10 (thanks Brian!) and not wearing makeup for 3 days straight does something wonderful for your soul.
If you had stopped by, you would have caught me being a nerd and pretending like I know what I'm doing behind this baby. (Again, thanks Brian! Best gift-giver ever.)
You would have seen a lot of these boys snuggling and giggling,
and maybe a little too much of Nicholas biting inanimate objects. (I blame it on the teething. Or on the fact that he's a boy.)
You would have seen a mess of toys,
a boy who badly wants to walk,
and who cannot keep himself from climbing.
If you would have come over for a visit, you'd have seen me tearing up over how quickly this little man is growing up.
And let's be honest - a few of those tears would have been from me not knowing exactly how to discipline this curious and fast-crawling little boy. I guess that's part of the growing up too fast thing!
You would have seen a sick toddler, who was still as funny and sweet as ever; he just made all his jokes with a raspy voice and a few sniffles.
If you would have been able to come over this weekend, you would have been greeted by a tiny, chubby-fingered wave. You might have had trouble finding a seat that wasn't occupied by a giant lego or covered by an annoyingly large blanket with the face of a wolf on it (again - husband's
fault doing. He thinks the blanket is cool because we live in Montana, but I'm still holding onto my non-wolf-blanket-loving-Seattle roots).
If you would have come over this weekend, I would hope that you would have felt right at home. Amidst the mess, the little sniffles, the sarcasm, and our uniform of sweatpants.
How was your weekend?