The best part of waking up

Wow, I’ve really forgotten how time consuming the tiny ones are! I’m also convinced that Jude is way more high maintenance than Parker ever was. However, it’s been a billion years since the mighty teenage one was a baby, and I may have thoroughly repressed any memories of poor sleeping habits and separation anxiety issues since then. There isn’t much time for anything else but baby these days. Don’t get me wrong, these are amazingly enjoyable times and I am loving every new milestone and quirk. I know I am more blessed than can expressed to be able to stay home with my nonsleeping, spitfire, and watch him grow and develop. BUT a little more sleep and me time would not be turned away. Creative productivity is currently at a complete stand still. Mainly because if I do get any time to myself, painting or blogging has to be shared with the plethora of interests and activities I have. There either should be more time in the day or more of me to go around.

While i contemplate how i can split myself in two, I shall share with you my favorite time of the day.

Every morning, I love plopping myself down on the mushy couch with my cuppa coffee and watch the not-sleepy-one play in his poopie chair. Appropriately named because a diaper change will be necessary every time he visits it. Ahhh, life is good.

Time for a refill.
Peace and Love,
Wenders