Pre-Game

I forgot when I posted yesterday that I did have a picture to share. So, here it is now instead:

When Easton woke up from his nap on Friday he asked for Bee (Blitz) to be put in his crib with him. Always fun, right? Then I got Easton out first and somehow caught this pic when I was really trying to take a video. Hee hee.

He's still sick today and yesterday's nap was 3 hours! There is a sedative type medication in that Tylenol Cold but he needed the rest too. Last night he slept for 12 hours before I went in to put a blanket on him for "practice" without him freaking out. I was able to sneak all the way into his room, creaky door, creaky floor and all and right after I covered him up the button on my sleeve hit the wood of his crib and on my way out the door I saw him look at me. I still tried sneaking out, just in case he wanted to fall back asleep but he said, "Mama?" and was up. Oops. Oh well.

Oh, and yesterday as part of my own "Milk and Cookies" Kindermusik curriculum I had the idea to make cookies with Easton. Sort of. I did most of it alone and brought him in to help stir. We made those "no bake" chocolate oatmeal cookies that are way too rich for J to ever eat. So we made a half batch. Yum yum. Here is my helper:




Taste testing:


And then last night Easton had the bright idea to put all his toys under the couch:


It was actually quite neat to watch the determination of his little mind at work. He'd get a toy or two, bring it over, shove it under, and go back for more. Very methodical and sometimes when a toy wouldn't fit, like that soccer ball, he'd pat it and leave it right next to it all. It was a pain to clean it all up later but that's part of having kids, right? At least he helps clean up.

Anyway, our football friends have not let a little cold scare them--daycare has toughened them up. We're expecting them before long. E is having a nap and I hope he can sleep as long as he wants without our excited company waking him prematurely. Tonight we're heading down to an extended family gathering at my grandparent's house. It's my uncles 50th. Whoa. I just hope Easton can get the sleep he's neeeding to get healthy again: both his nap and tonight for bed. I have yet to hear from Baby John's folks about watching him and my own snot face this week. We'll see. Okay, I'm sure I'll have super-cute pictures of our Bronco fan tomorrow. Woo hoo!