The bumper is still not done, in large part due to the negative amount of sleep I got last night. I say negative because the sleep I did get was so horrible (and on the floor of the nursery), that I just don't think it should count. But lets go back in time shall we?
On Saturday we went to the Lavender Festival. Tuesday was so fantastic. I mean sure she had a little screaming spell in the car when we got behind a wreck and couldn't move. I'm guessing her thought process goes something like this: "Hey, we're slowing down. Wait we're stopping? NOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOO I WANT TO GO 90, GO PEOPLE GO." When we got to a place we could pull over she was all snotty nosed and tear stained, I hate that, poor Tutu. By the time we got to the festival (and she had a little car siesta) we were golden. I wore Tuesday in the Peanut Shell, which I haven't used much.
I got it as a gift when I was only 12 weeks along or so, because you have to size it. Well I gained so much weight I couldn't wear it with her for a while, but now I can, yeah! She sat like this while I took pictures happy as a clam. Double awesome:
It's great for nursing!
Then we sat and watched some more music:
Tuesday asks, "Would you like to comment on my eyebrows?"
It's so funny, every one seems to lately. They look like normal eyebrows to me, but apparently they are uber fantastic, go Tuesday!
Tuesday loves one on one time as well as lots of people talking to her, so these kind of events are perfect for her. I'm not sure how this translates to sleep, if it's like super boring to her or what. But last night it was PARTY TIME from 11:30 to almost three IN THE MORNING. Yikes. So that's when I drug a blanket out and just laid next to the babbling funny girl. If you can't beat them, join em, right? The problem is the tiredness is throwing me off my game seriously. Not only did I not shred today (or yesterday, or the day before), but I just finished a big bowl of ice cream. The really crappy part? It did not make me feel better