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besties.

we had a whirlwind weekend. i was under the weather, but we still managed to fit a lot of excitement in. in short:

we put all of our cars in a row:


and then we played baby godzilla:



one of the most exciting parts was that my husband's brother and his wife and their sweetheart daughter came to stay with us. they live in charlotte so we don't see them too often, but brooke is only four months older than john, so they were perfect playmates:


or maybe bandmates? and definitely ducky bathmates:


and all that play made john a very very sleepy boy:

unfortunately, the visit with the family was short. fortunately, they'll be back next weekend! but the fun wasn't over. first, we colored. then we dumped out all the colors because, dang, that tupperware would make a fine hat:



then we tried on daddy's belt and shoes:


then we decided a backwards baseball cap is a whole heck of a lot like a football helmet. so if you grab a blue plastic football and run around the house yelling "football, football!" and roaring like a tiger, you must be on lsu's football team:


and on saturday night we had some awesome friends over for dinner - a lovely couple and their two sweet kiddos. the kids had a great time, the grownups had a great time, and all was right in the world. the night was capped off (for the kiddos anyway) with brownies for dessert.

so as i tried to settle john in for bed (an hour late), he was literally jumping in my lap and shouting "no more monkeys jumping on the bed!" (that's his current favorite song.)

after ten minutes of failed efforts to settle him down, i exasperatedly said, "no more brownies for you, little monkey!"

and suddenly he sat very still. he leaned in VERY close to my face. and he whispered, "no more brownies for YOU, mommy." and kissed my nose.

how's that for a perspective shift?





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