Sleepy Sunday

Tug decided he could no longer stand my pit of a car so he was going to wash it. Cool by me. However, I hate when he does actual work on weekends because then I feel I have to do the same ~ you know, to not seem lazy. 

I especially try not to take a nap on weekends (unless I fall asleep on the couch, those naps don't count). But, when I was putting {j} down for his nap he said "Mama, will you way wif me?" I said no, I had stuff to do. He persisted "Mama, will you way wif me for just a second?" 

Fine, but just for a second. 

"No Mama, you have to get under da covers!"

Okay.

"Mama, why aren't you cuddawing me?" That was it. Night night time for both of us. I woke to Tug and the older girls ({s} was also napping) running through the sprinkler out back. Well, the girls were running through the sprinklers, Tug was just relaxing on a chair. Once we were all outside, Tug decided it was a fine day to use the charcoal grill. So that is what we are doing now. .  .it is GORGEOUS outside. (and I am so sad to have missed Michelle's email inviting us over to her house for an impromptu cook-out!!)

When we were in Oregon a family moved there from Seattle. The mom was really missing Seattle and I said, "How can you like it there? It is way better down here. It hardly rains here." To which she responded, "Yes, it rains there, but when it is a nice day, it is a really nice day." 

I totally get it now!!