Last night I formulated a plan that on Friday morning I was going to get up early, and get a few things done around the house while the kids were asleep, and try to squeeze in a little “me time” as well. Everything seemed to be going as planned, Dylan was up and fed at 5:30 a.m., and then I decided o.k. I’m going to stay awake too. After nursing Dylan I placed him in his comfy crib, and everything went wrong from there. Little Dylan (who usually sleeps in till 7:30 a.m.) decided that today he was going to get up too. He screamed and cried, and demanded to be picked up and carried around. I gathered up the grumpy guy and we went downstairs to make James breakfast and start some coffee for me.

I got James his super yummy breakfast, and he was off to work at 6:30 a.m. By that time I was exhausted, and my back was killing me. Dylan is not an easy child to hold, he squirms, and kicks, and really likes to hit mom in the face, and mom isn’t too cheerful at 6:30 a.m., nor does she like having all of her hair pulled out by an eight month old. I gave up and finally got Dylan back to sleep, and I went back to sleep too. I seem to be a little more cheerful with a bit more rest and a little more coffee 😉

Today is also Christmas Picture Day, and I’m already worried. Last year’s Christmas photo session was a mess. I was preggers, and Thade was not happy, at all. He did not want to smile, sit on the table, give up his blanket, it was such a rough day. The photographer was so nice, and she was very patient, so I’ve requested her again this year.

Last year’s pictures took forever, but she was one determined photographer. After many attempts she finally snapped one almost smiling, not sitting up straight, and clutching his blanket for dear life picture, and we called it good. I hope things go a little smoother this year, but I’m not getting my hopes up.

Wish me luck, I have a feeling this is going to be a really long day 😉