My recent roadtrip to San Antonio gave me some great good out of it (ALWAYS!!). My good friend Joe's father was sitting at the table with us, telling stories of what he'd do to soothe each and one of his babies. Did I mention both Joe's mom & dad said he was the worst out of the three?! Haha! Those three things.
I have been meaning to clean this house. How does it get so messy so easily?! I'm not one for schedules. I have terrible organizational skills. Seriously, artistic people are carefree and do whatever, whenever.... At least in my eyes. Haha. I promised J I would have dinner cooked and the house cleaned once he gets home from work. With Baby B waking up more and wanting to be held, I remembered what Mr. Joe said.
So here we are, smushed in the front pack, carried by mommy while vacuuming. This kid sleeps through any noise.
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