So instead of writing about you yesterday, I'm writing about you today. But really I'm just stalling, as I should be doing work I couldn't do yesterday while you were not napping. You are parked in front of your morning hour of PBS, time I usually spend on chores and getting myself ready for the day (all 5 minutes it takes to take of pajamas and throw on shorts and a t-shirt and pull bed head hair into a ponytail). Today, I should be spending the time catching up on work, which I'm woefully behind on, and too tired to care.
However, we do have friends coming over in a bit to sit in lawn chairs in our shady back yard while you and other toddlers splash together in the paddling pool. That will be fun. Provided I usher everyone out back and tell them to not mind the atomic disaster that is the inside of the house.