This weekend we had a visit from G and Gran, Lofton’s Dad and Step-Mom. Reese, of course, put on a show. There was some rapping {all we do is WIN}, some break dancing, and then just general buffoonery.
I adore this child of mine and the way he provides constant entertainment. I’m trying to figure out a way to market his cuteness. Suggestions?
Then yesterday, he crashed early for his nap and I cooked, baked, and cooked some more. Then I did laundry and more laundry. Just when I thought I was done with laundry, disaster struck.
Reese woke up from his nap and asked me to “rock, rock.” You want to cuddle in the chair with Mama? Sure thing buddy. Except about 30 seconds later he yakked all over me. More than one time.
There was a lot of yak.
So during the brief intermission from yakking, I ran down the hallway with him at full speed and set him in the tub. Then he yakked some more. Then he cried while I stripped off his clothes and cleaned him up. Then I stripped myself and threw on some clothes that were yak-proof.
We wrapped up in towels and laid on the couch till Daddy-O came home from the woods. A large amount of Handy Manny was watched.
Lucky for us, Reese never got sick again. After an hour or so on the couch he was back to his usual sassy self. He did require we CARRY him all night, evidently yakking hurts his legs.
The ho-ho countdown has begun here at Casa Beasley. Santa will be here in 12 days! We gave Reese his special ornament last night and he helped hang it on the tree.
And another countdown is underway, too… Friday is a BIG day... In more ways than one!
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