Me: "Must be the wind."
Nick: Can't seem to spit out a word.
Me: "You're the man, you go look!"
Nick: Doesn't move.
Me: Get up and see a creepy child like figure standing in the doorway. I jump then realize the creepy child is my son. Walk back in the room to tell Nick then turn around and no longer see Pieter.
Pieter: (sobbing)
Me: Go into his room (still haven't thought to turn on a light) and don't see or hear him. Go back into my room and started freaking out bc I don't know where he went. "Where is he Nick??"
Nick: "Uhhh..."
Pieter: (whimpers)
Me: Find him in the corner of my bathroom.
Now, I knew it was my child so why the hell was I so freaked out? My heart was racing even when he was standing all creepy like in the corner of my bathroom with the light off. It was like a scene out of a ghost movie playing out in my own apartment!
Anyway, long story short...my loving son stayed up till 5:30am. Yay for only 2 hours of sleep! The reason? He had to poop. I was not in the best of moods and feel as if I still haven't recovered.
So, the drive to Florida was fantastically rainy as most of our trips are. Nick drove because I was a zombie. Pieter did well in the car and was very excited about seeing Grandma and Opa. Unfortunately, I only managed to take 2 pictures of the trip. We did a ridiculous amount of fishing ad caught a buttload of puffer fish.
Pieter was soooo exhausted from the day before he slept in till 8:30. Well, I actually woke him up. I wanted to make sure he got back on his schedule.
Yes, he sleeps with a binky...it's the ONLY time he's allowed to have it and he knows that.Today we're heading over to view a couch we saw on Craigslist. I'm thinking the family who's selling it is military. Here's a pic of the couch...what do you think? Only $125...
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