This Sunday, I did the unthinkable. I let the house be a huge mess so that we could go shopping.
Seriously, a mess:
Thank goodness I am home all week to clean because in a couple more days, we could be on Hoarders.
In other news, it is suddenly safe to leave the house without a layer of down and some knee-length Uggs. Finally, we can go outside and play and play and play.
Today while Jack was busy at school, Harry and I went to the park, the zoo, and a coffee shop, just the 2 of us. He's a sensationally chatty companion. He also made me pretend to be Batgirl for 2 hours on the playground.
Jack insists on eating most of his meals outside.
Harry's cool with it.
You know, I didn't know that we really had a Buzz problem this serious until I took this picture. (They were all assembled because Harry was using a TinkerToy pointer to teach Space School)
Jack is really into taking care of his baby, whose name is Bubbles, but whom he calls babeh. Or, my babeh. Or, where my babeh. Or, no Ha-he, my babeh. Or, oh no babeh, ow (after he flings her somewhere or bangs her on something).
He really likes to feed her. At dinner last night, he poured milk in her ears, and today during snack he made a paste of Bunny crumbs and spit and lovingly filled her eyes.
Yes, she sleeps in a Duplo box, but that's because we didn't know she needed a bed until last night when Jack wouldn't go to bed without tucking in his babeh.
It's spring break, so we'll be living dangerously all week.