Yet another Monday is in the books, y’all. Last night, I decided that I would get up this morning and work out. It’s been a while since I’ve had time to fit a run in, so I’m going to have to start making that happen right when I get up. Unfortunately, my first early morning run coincided with my toddler’s first late night in a while. He decided that sleeping was not the cool thing to do from about 2-5 am. Don’t worry, I’m still going to get him a Christmas present but it was touch and go there for a while. Let’s quit it with the negative stuff and move right on into the fun part: the weekend recap. How does “five words per picture” sound for today? It’s all I’ve got, folks.
Tiny kid. So much excitement.
All the high fives, please.
This was just for s’mores.
Merry Christmas and Happy November.
So he’d stop touching ours.
The best part of dinner.
I’m thinking that he didn’t sleep because he was just too jacked up from the weekend. He saw “the big boys” close up on the field, watched people parachute out of a plane, stayed up eating marshmallows and playing ball, got a talking Olaf toy, and picked out his own Christmas tree and ornaments. I really don’t know if we can ever top this weekend, because I don’t think the boy heard no once. We need to work on that, because we’re total pushovers. Anyway, I have a date with a fifteen pound dumbbell. Yep, just one. I drug it upstairs from the gym, so I could do some curls while watching season 3 of New Girls. No big deal. I figured something is better than nothing. Crossing my fingers for a run in the morning. Wish me luck, y’all. Have a great night!