3am puppy party in the house of no rules!!!
Avery and I woke up around 1, and decided that we wanted polenta. I told her it was the middle of the night and I didn’t feel like standing there and stirring polenta forever.
Instead, we shared an apple.
Then, we shared a grilled cheese sandwich. Yeah, regular poor exploited cow, veal market supporting, real deal, Swiss cheese on a whole wheat sandwich round.
THEN. We needed dessert…. Peanut butter being the obvious choice here, because it’s my ultimate most favorite favorite. But, tonight I decided to take it up a notch and roll a peanut butter spoon through brown sugar with 1 chocolate chip stuck on top.
Then we jumped on our beds. We jumped on each others beds. We jumped on the trampoline. We belly flopped from the trampoline on to our beds. We peek-a-booed, leap frogged, tickled and wrestled.
But now I feel sick… Duh.
Remember, a few months ago, how I said I got stuck somewhere around 8-12??? Well, I think I officially, just turned six!
Wrong direction, T-Yo, wrong direction.