Day 73

What to tell you about the day.  Hmn.  Bright spot?  A few!  Woke up this morning with a sore back.  It's one of those hazards of being in my *teensy print* 40th decade.  Anyway, I was sitting on the bottom step, and Adam, who's 3, wanted me to pick him up and carry him upstairs--who knows why the carrying, but anyway.  "Sorry, Buddy...Mummy's back is too sore to carry you today.  You're a big boy now.  I'll hold your hand and we can go up together."  "My Pooh Bear blanky will make your back better." Now, you have to imagine this said in the cutest, albeit hardest to understand, 3-year-old lisp.  Adam has some speech issues and will be starting therapy soon.  In the meantime, we can understand him, most of the time, with context.  Anyway, he gets his blanket, brings it over, and put its over my shoulders so it hangs down my back.  And do you know what?  It must be three year old magic, because my back DID feel better!

Tonight before the kids went to bed, we took this silly picture of our feet:

Kind of a goofy picture, and it was HARD to get everyone's feet in there.  But we had a blast doing it.

Hubs and I hadn't been out on a date forever, so we went tonight.  We did THIS after the kids went to bed.  Nothing like eating this much late at night, but I guess I can exercise tomorrow to work it off.  Riiiight!

Have a nice day!  I'm going to roll off to bed, now...