I am pretty rigid about putting Little to bed and keeping to her schedule. Almost to a fault. (Almost. Not quite). Anyway, it was after all Labor Day (yesterday), officially marking the end of summer so I thought it might be okay to bend the rule for the night (which basically happens nearly, well, never) to join everyone at Tommy and Julia's for our last summer barbeque. Her bedtime is 7PM. We left the house at about 7:30 and didn't get back until close to 10PM. And you know what? *GASP!* The world didn't end. She clung and wouldn't let anyone else hold her the entire night, but the world did not end. And for as long as she was stuck on me, she was pretty content as well. Would I do it again? Ehhhhh......
This is her a little upset because someone tried to hold her and walk away
This is her reclaiming her spot on me and clinging. Content here, but clinging.
Here's Daisy (pup) trying to eat Hunter (human baby). Why we have photos of Hunter, but none of his face, is a question to be answered by husband. We have 3 photos of Hunter from the neck down or just the top of his head. Why, husband? Is it because he tried to pet Leah?:
Here's Ryan trotting around the backyard. Yes, honey, we know you're the boss around here:
That marks the end of summer 2010 for us. It's too bad, but a part of me is definitely looking forward to some non-95 degree/200% humidity weather. Ask me when it's snowing out if I'm happy I got what I asked for and I will curse you, but I'm definitely enjoying what smells and feels to me like Fall approaching.