During the week I long for the weekend. At work I count down the days, and then hours until mid day Friday comes and I'm out the door. This weekend was cold and cloudy...not great play weather. We spent the weekend at home.
Home with a 5 month old teething, screaming, wanting to be held baby isn't that much fun. To top it off is a 2 1/2 year old very cute, but talks NON STOP big brother. He makes me laugh, but when 8 o'clock hits each night I just want the talking to stop! A silent home would be nice.
Tonight I have a headache, I'm anxious to get the kids in bed and watch a few shows. Rocking Sam to sleep I look down at him, aren't sleeping babies so precious. He sleeps with a cute little smile. I rock him a little longer savoring the moment -- he wiggles so much when he is awake, I have to take advantage of the snuggle times. I can hear Jake and Mike playing in Jake's room, Jake TALKING up a storm and hear Mike chuckle at something Jake has said. I smile, and think to myself, even with the headache, the screaming, the non stop talking, there is no place else I'd rather be.
Weekends at home with this family are the best.