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saturday

there is no caption that can live up
to the cuteness of this picture.
but maybe i'm biased.
i don't usually have to work on saturdays, but today is an exception - we have not one but two events going on at the mall today, so i have to be here to play gracious hostess and make sure all runs as planned. (they are low-key and relatively easy events, which is why i popped into the office to check email and post this blog.)

since i had to work, i knew today wasn't a sleeping-in day. so i wasn't dismayed to hear a little voice talking to himself at around 645 - it was time to get up anyway. i went and got the little voice, and as soon as i walked into the room he said, "mommy! juice?"

so we took the juice and layed back in bed with daddy, and john happily drank juice while mommy and daddy snoozed. and that juice must have REALLY hit the spot, because as soon as the last drop left the sippy cup, john sat bolt up right and raring to go!

he climbed the bed. he climbed daddy and mommy. he ran and sang. he rode on his truck around the room. he jumped and yelled "up and down." all in about 4 minutes. so i decided it was time to haul myself out of bed and get ready.

i made it only as far as the bathroom, where as soon as i sat down to pee, the little juice-gangster in the backwards cap came in to see me. he looked at me, said, "more juice?" then stuck out his tongue and giggled.

you can't buy an alarm clock that is that effective at any store in the world.
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