Because I'm tired. So tired that I can't be bothered to actually write.
Coffee Thursdays with my friend Amy and her little man A.J. are quickly becoming my favorite day of the week.
Remy is becoming such a garbage disposal of a baby. He will eat ANYTHING. And everything. Including my end tables. And pancakes. The boy can put down some blueberry pancakes.
I've learned a lot about Olivia in the past few weeks since school has started. Such as her being very, very soft-hearted. I don't want to talk about it or I'll cry.
I have no idea who she could have inherited such a trait from.
I can't bring Remy anywhere. People fawn all over him. From big tough burly men to sweet little old ladies. He wins people over everywhere he goes. He's just such a little hunk of sunshine.
I wish I could sleep like this. Mid-pancake.
Good. Night. <3