Tyrant and the Yappers.

Today it was a gift from God sort of day. It began overcast with the sun peeking through the wandering clouds, all day. The Boog and I got up soon after Mr K left for work.
Let me just tell you how our girl sleeps nowadays. We put her in the sleep sack to keep her warm, as the SwaddleMe wraps are useless. The kid breaks loose in a manner resembling The Hulk breaking loose from chains around his torso. She pops open the Velcro and kicks her way free in less than ten minutes of being swaddled. So no more swaddle, just the sleep sack. As of about three weeks ago, A learned to roll over from back to belly and now realizes just how much she loves sleeping on her belly.  Anyhow, we change, feed, and dress our innocent little cherub for bed, Daddy gets her to sleep, and lays her on her back in her crib. The soothie is either in her mouth or next to her head, depending on whether or not she's spit it out like an outlaw expelling spittle into a spittoon. Two minutes later she's on her belly, arms tucked up under her chest and her head facing her right shoulder with drool (when is she not drooling?) pooling on her sheet. This is how she sleeps from about nine or ten at night until anywhere from four to eight in the morning.
So back to our day- it is around three thirty and the wind has conveniently booted the clouds off for a bit and that big nuclear reactor in the sky is shining down warmly on us. Squirrels are arguing, birds are playing tag, and my yappers are yelling about it all. Even the demon spawn cat is out on a leash to enjoy fresh air.  I decide to tackle the weeds that are beginning to pop up in the rocks. This is not so simple when you are no longer *just* a pregnant woman. Now you are a mom, with a Two Foot tyrant who, because she sleeps so darn well at night, doesn't want to nap and make it easy for you garden. This little chore has turned into dragging out a playpen, finding an appropriate hat, dressing Boog in layers to combat the wind cutting through them all and making sure she is right there so I can multitask without losing the rest of my marbles (HA! who am I kidding? I know they're long gone!).

*Sigh* Domestic bliss. Baby chattering away discovering spitting, the dogs frolicking, the demon spawn cat is eating grass. As soon as my fingers touch the first sproutlings of weeds my butt starts singing a silly little ditty from YouTube. I scramble for my phone from my back pocket, and answer before it goes to voicemail. It's the mister, giving me a courtesy call to let me know he is getting done with work. I get off the phone in time to see the clouds come back, the wind is picking up, the cat escaped his harness, the dogs are about to eat the fence, and A chooses to tell me "Mommy, I would prefer to go indoors now, i am getting chilled" but to anyone other than me all it sounds like is this: waw-wa-WAAAA-Spit-gurgle-gurg-sputter-roar!!
So go me! I got one weed sproutling pulled! Not bad for an hour's worth of work setting up the yard and all the paraphernalia for baby watching (her watching me as I attempt to garden-she is the supervisor you know).
And so ends my glorious day from God. Ten minutes of lovely sunshine!