7:36am Apparently everyone else has been staying up too late too. Rather than workout or journal, I start first with trying to walk the dog. He still hates the rain.
9:01am French toast with cranberry walnut bread from Vermont (via our freezer) is on the table. Scrambled eggs follow.
10:15am I resolve to enjoy the rainy day by dressing my daughter in her new Princess Awesome dino dress. She's got a future in fashion photography.
10:16am There is a potty emergency for the 3.5yo. He needs help with the toilet paper, even though the full roll is well within reach. The emergency ends with a toilet paper roll telescope and lots of giggles. (I'll spare him the humiliation of putting that photo out in public until at least his high school graduation, but do not fear - I have the photo.)
11:58am || We shift our attention indoors. The kids happily play in the basement while we play at getting things done.
12:18pm || We realize the kids really are entertaining themselves and we are still combing through our iPhones.
3:45pm Lunch and naptimes were such a blur that we magically find ourselves with two slightly wound up monkeys in the parking lot of Home Depot. (Note the massive doses of iced caffeine that accompany us constantly in the car.)
7:22pm More time on the potty (so many shots from this day are not-safe-for-the-internet). My children already close themselves into the bathroom to plot against us.
I swear there was more. My older child went to bed and I did too. Somewhere in between I did something that was vaguely for my own sanity. There was a home improvement show on television. I love my nighttime skin routine. I considered reading a book. Living life while documenting at the same time wore me out. Until next year...