Seriously?

I’ve been working all morning on a dress for little Gloria.  She and Daniel have been playing in the living room and I check on them in between each step.  (Pin the fabric.  Check on kids.  Sew a seam.  Check on kids.  Get out the seam ripper and sit on the couch and watch them.)  My last seam must have taken longer than I thought.  I excitedly went in to try out my creation on Gloria and found this:

I could see one of them asleep, but both?

We did have a thunderstorm wake everyone up about 5 this morning.  We ended up with the whole family in the same bed for about an hour.  No one got any more sleep, but we did get to snuggle under the lovely new quilt Grandma made for us!  I guess the early morning tuckered them out.

Daniel is up now, eating lunch with me.  Hopefully, Gloria will awaken soon so I can feed her and try that silly dress on her already.  Then maybe.  Just maybe.  I’ll get some grocery shopping done.  We seem to run out of everything all at once around here.

It’s MY Chair

As I sit here on the couch with Daniel draped over my chest, I look over and realize that, yet again, Michael is siiting in my chair.  My chair being the one he bought just for me when I was seriously pregnant with Gloria and could not get comfortable in bed.  It’s the chair that I nursed her in every night and the chair that I used to help me put my feet up in when I was carrying Daniel. 

For the past several weeks, Michael has occupied this chair during the evening time.  I think it might have started when he decided to settle down in it while holding his sleeping son and I was up doing laundry or something.  Now it seems to have become a habit.  I noticed that even when I walk Daniel to sleep, Michael is still in my chair.  It’s a good thing I like this couch so much.