Well it's Tuesday and I am watching little man snooze on the couch. Noah's favourite way to go to sleep is to lie in the crook (the bend of my knees). He is so cute..but he doesn't stop talking. He literally talks his way to sleep. He is sleeping on one couch and Daddy is asleep on the other. Neither one made it through the first hour of American Idol. On Noah's part it was good, because I couldn't hear the singing because he was chatting so much!!!
I know that I should insist that Noah go to sleep in his own bed, but I figure I might as well take advantage of it while he still wants to be with me!
I've been cranky in my last few posts, so I am going to try and focus on the happy sides for a change.
Spring is just around the corner; it was plus 4 today and I saw some grass poking it's way through the snow.
Question: do you call it a couch, sofa, chesterfield or something else? The kids always think it's funny when Zaida (my dad) calls it a chesterfield.