broken record

I hate to be redundant. 

I just posted about this.

But she's at it again.

 

Fast asleep Saturday night, in her toy box.

I have a Parker story to tell.

If you're up for it.

If not, there are pictures of Mitchell at the end of this post.

I won't tell Parker if you just want to skip to those.

The other day Parker was being really happy and funny.

He looked at me and said,

"Mom our house is so cool! I love my house!"

I asked him why.

"Because we have lots of movies and cool cups!"

So I share straight from the boy's mouth,

what two necessities are required for a toddler to be happy.

Mitchell has been smiling a lot lately. 

Or maybe it's just... hmmm

Now how am I doing?

Well thank you for asking.

I'm doing really well.

Mitchell already sleeps about five hours a night.

sometimes six.

But may I offer a word of advice.

Getting up in the middle of the night to feed my child,

I decide to read my kindle fire for something to occupy my mind.

However, I have a list of books that I've discovered 

are NOT fun to read in the middle of the night

when you are up by yourself, especially if you are 

{ hypothetically speaking }

twenty-eight and still afraid of the dark.

#1 -  The Hunger Games 

{I'm sure Cato is in my closet somewhere with my head in his scope.}

#2 -  A Tale of Two Cities

{spectres and fog... what was I thinking?}

#3- Northanger Abbey

{Just wait until you get to the second half.}

During the noonday sun, I'm sure these would be very interesting books. 

But, in the middle of the night, even Jane Austen can be scary!

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Sweet dreams.