I hope my child looks back on today, and remembers a Mum who had time to play
There will be years for cleaning and cooking, but children grow up when we are not looking
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow, cause babies grow fast, much to our sorrow
So settle down cobwebs, dust go to sleep, I'm cuddling my baby, and babies don't keep
(Song for a Fifth Child)

Monday, November 12, 2012

::facepalm::

From 70 to 28....degrees; a small piece of the California girl in me curled up and died this morning. June Bug is somewhat confused by this need to put on multiple layers before departing and frequently reminds me "it's soooooo cold, mama."

What we wear when we leave the house:



It's change and we'll adapt, but I do feel some sympathy for my little bugs (more so June Bug) as they make this major weather adjustment...

Well, I did. Until approximately 1pm on Monday where a quiet nap hour was shattered by a wailing June Bug:   MAAAAAMA!! I soooooooo COOOOOLD!!

What I see when I open his door:  A naked June Bug. Yep, stripped down to nothing but socks.  Oh little dude, it's gonna be a long cold winter if you don't learn to keep your damn clothes on.
Posted by Mama Bug at 5:08 PM

1 comment:

  1. AnonymousNovember 13, 2012 at 9:31 AM

    Priceless.
    Absolutely priceless.
    And here I was all primed to feel sorry for the lad until that last paragraph...!
    Carol

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