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::sniffle::

and for once, i'm not sniffling over my child, aren't you proud of me? it's actually my allergies, which i've suddenly developed after 31 years on this planet, and MAN are they terrible! it's a good thing we don't have to type like we talk, because you would barely be able to hear my scratchy nasally voice.

but you didn't come here to hear about my problems. you came here to see this naked booty:
friday, since my husband didn't have to work and john's daycare was closed, the two of them got to spend a day together. in the afternoon, a great friend of ours kept the little monkey for a couple hours so dad could go to the gym. when i got their, john was helping her repot a plant and was coated head to toe in potting soil. she tried to apologize, and of course i assured her that that was exactly how a little boy SHOULD be! (she rightly added, a little girl too, but since mine's all boy we'll stick with that for now!)

after a dip in the kiddie pool, we let john run around the yard naked to dry off. so that's the little garden nymph in all his glory!

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we spent saturday and sunday at the camp with all of the extended family - and a fine time was had by all. john loved pointing at the water and the boats and he even got to take a boat ride, which he thought was pretty cool (though he didn't love the wind and buried his face in mama). but as soon as we got off, all he could say was, "boat! ride boat! boat!" so i guess it was all good.

playing with some dirty thing or another
at the camp. dirt is the best part - john
loves not having to bathe!

mom looking her most glamours camp best.
good thing that kid is so cute you don't
notice the grownup!

if i look a little haggard in that pic it's with good reason - we were up til 1:30 am with the cousins - a combination of beer pong (!! i'm so old !!) and hanging out. and john woke up at 3:30 absolutely convinced it was morning time. he woke up saying, "mommy? daddy? buddy? boat? basketball?"

so i pulled him into my bed, so that he would hopefully go back to sleep and not wake up everyone sleeping in the room with us (my pregnant cousin, her husband and their two-year-old son, plus my husband). to no avail, though, because john proceeded to play peekaboo, "i gotchoo" (i got you), "eh play!" (wake up and play), and discuss a full day of events with me ("boat. ride boat. mommy boat. daddy boat. car. daddy car. boat. car. basketball? buddy. nay-nay!") (my cousin's son is nathan, but the best john can do is nay-nay.)

finally, FINALLY, he was just dropping off to sleep. he was playing with my hair and i was rubbing his back and we were both drifting off so sweetly, when john yelled, "MOMMY!" 

i peeled my eyes open and said, "shhh, yes baby?" and he whispered, "hair!" 

"yes, john, hair. night night."

"night night mommy."

and we finally slept ...

for an hour.

so i gave up and we got up to walk to the dog, say hi to the boats and the men going fishing, and generally explore the day. 

happy belated easter, everyone!




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