I've always said I will be honest. I don't want to be one of those people that always writes about her perfect little life. My life is far from perfect, but it's mine... and for some silly reason y'all have taken an interest in reading about it (:
Today was rough from the start. My sweet (almost)15 month-old was a tornado today. My mama's house began to look like I turned a blender on and forgot the lid. Jack thought it'd be a good idea to ride the back of the recliner like a horse. And when I used my mom voice to say "Jackie James Davis the second, you get down from there" I totally spooked him and down he went over the back. He wasn't hurt, but I don't think he'll do that again. Geesh child, mama does NOT want gray hair, in case you misunderstood. Even the Dogs in The house were losing it. Walter (the ridiculously cute black puppy from yesterday's post) broke Jack's favorite toy :( Jack mourned poor "Cranky" for at least 15 minutes, which is a good bit of time in toddler world. Walter then moved on to chasing Luna constantly, trying to get her to play. Luna was not amused.
Deciding that my mom's house was one mess away from the walls caving in, I packed up the boys and went in town to visit with my grandma and aunt Amy. I always love going to visit my grandma, it brings me back to my childhood. I used to love staying with her. My grandma has always been supportive if my decisions even if she didn't agree with them, and I could never thank her enough for that. The boys so enjoyed playing with her and aunt Amy today, makes my heart happy.
After that, Jonah was more than ready for a nap so we ventured back out to "Nan's" house. Jonah went right to sleep, and Jack and I cuddled on the couch until his favorite part of the day came... The part of the day when Avery gets off the bus (: