Tuesdays + Thursdays with Theodore

Julia cracks me up on the daily (yesterday at Costco: "why does everyone say you have your hands full?! You're just pushing the cart!") and I'm constantly surprised by the softer side of Sebastian when I find him entertaining Phoebe or "reading" a book to Theo. They cause me to stress eat a lot of semi-sweets but they're good little eggs to have around most of the time. However! I have to admit that after I drop them off at preschool I may just dance-walk away to the tune of a little William Wallace's, "FREEEEEEEDOM" even with Phoebe and Theo still sitting in the stroller.

God bless glorified daycare.

Theo might act like he wants to be one of the big kids and wear a backpack as tall as he is but Theo loves coming home from our after drop off walk/run around the hood to a whole house full or possibilities. All of Sebastian's trucks! ALL of Julia's purses loaded with trinkets/crap to peruse! Mom's lap ALL to myself while my illegal girlfriend takes her morning nap!

the goodest life.

or as Theo would say, "dee" or maybe, "bah" or if he's feeling generous, "ma"

syllables rule, words drool.

And if we're up for an adventure we might go say hi to Simon at work.

Short story time.

We went to say hello last week and as we were enjoying the silence of a Julia + Sebastianless visit Simon started trying to convince me how residency, "isn't all bad!!" and even suggested, "you'll miss it!" and right then his stat pager went off and he had to sprint off to a code white (crash c-section). YEP, I'll miss it good. 

Story time over. 

Anyway.

Where were we?

Ah yes, footloose and fancy free at the hospital ....

Here Theo is saying one of his favorite monosyllabics, "cheeeeeee"

Every time I wear those boots (that I love) Simon asks, "are those your 'spite' boots?" or, "so are they like REALLY comfortable?!" and then eventually, 'WHY DO YOU WEAR THEM?!"

haters gonna hate hate hate hate hate, right Taylor?

And because there was an overwhelming onslaught of request (singular, just one) for a video of Theo getting down ... I had to oblige. Here to please you and yours. All and every day, day, day. Get out of my head, Swift.

{and if you're reading this on bloglovin' click here to see clip}

I showed Phoebe and she was all ....

... that's nice. This is the face of not care. 

We'll see how I feel about sending Theo off to the races in January (he has to be two to attend) but for now I'm enjoying our mornings of relative silence, splitting our "milkshake" (smoothie - it's allllll about the marketing, folks) into two gluttonous servings instead of four skimpies, and quality time with my non-verbals (aka non-fighters).

For now!