Mama's boys RULE (the house)

I'm considering the adoption of a coffee habit. I know it's bad, but I don't even remember my drive into work this morning. I was a total zombie, but I'm here now, and still half asleep--snap out of it, Amy! See? This is why I don't stay up "late" to watch award shows usually!

Last night, I picked up G from daycare and he was a tired little munchkin. We stood on the front lawn watching the big diggers fill dump trucks (only benefit of living in a construction zone is having a little boy that LOVES big trucks). We went inside and he ran to his room yelling "NA" (Nap)...well, I guess he was tired. He laid down, went right to sleep and slept until 7:15 (from 4:15 lol).

While he was sleeping, I relaxed for a short time until Ty got home, so then I just made up some meat sauce and pasta--tossed some of it in butter for g when he got up, and we ate and watched some Dragons Den.

I went in and woke Garett up at 7:15, like I said, and gave him his dinner. While he was eating, I packed a kitchen box and then he was done chowing down. We sat on the couch cuddling and watching tv. I decided I wanted to go through some more stuff, so I handed him off to Tyler and all h-e-double hockey sticks broke loose. G usually doesn't care which one of us he sits with, but in the last couples days, I am the one he wants to cuddle with and wants me to pick him up, etc--I put G on Ty's lap--hysterics broke out (no exaggeration here either--full on hysterical crying). I would pick him up off daddy's lap and he would wimper and then smile...back to daddy--hysterics again.

Poor G. I sat with him until he calmed down, and then like the flip of a switch he was fine again, and jumping up onto dad...so weird how they get into those moods!

I went into G's room--and like a little mama's boy, he followed me in :) He played quietly in his room while I went through his clothes--packed up a box of stuff that's too small/out of season that probably won't fit by the time he wears it again. And half of his bibs....I don't think a kid needs 55 bibs readily available. So away they went.

I was feeling pretty accomplished for the night, and G was rubbing his eyes like crazy by 8:30, so we laid in bed and cuddled and watched some Emmy's together. I put him in his crib at 9, and then I stayed up to watch most of the Emmy's, but lost all interest in anything around 10:15 (which is really late for me). Ty declared "It's only 20 after 10" when I shut off my lamp. "Yeah, but that's not even 8 hours of sleep", I said in my most selfish voice possible lol.

I woke up at 5:58--2 minutes before my alarm is scheduled to go off. Curses!!!! I hate when that happens. 2 minutes more of sleep is better than gold.

I want deep fried pickles.

And with the beginning of the randomness my fingers want to type out, I will end my post :)

Happy Tuesday! (my Wednesday!:) )