Navy woke up really early this morning. She came out to where I was feeding Dash. My regular morning routine is to feed the baby, then take him with me to the office where I get 30 minutes of work done while others sleep and he swings next to me. But this morning, Navy wanted to hold him. So I set up a spot for them on the couch and put Sesame Street on to keep her in place.
(There is something about my kids in white that I die over.
I think they look like angels.)
Sesame seemed to do the trick, so I snuck downstairs solo, to get my stuff done.
Five minutes later, I heard running footsteps above my head, so I knew I should check things out.
Somehow, my big boy was in the hallway.
The hallway that is very far from the couch.
I was in awe of his magical powers, since Icka has been told over and over that she is not allowed to carry Dash.
Once I saw Icka run out of every sleeping person’s room, I asked her how he got there.
Instead of telling me, she showed me.
I guess “white” might make them look like angels, but maybe not act like them?
But then I noticed she had changed her clothes during my absence also.
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