I’m sitting here typing with one hand with a tired almost falling asleep little boy named John on my lap. He’s holding his singing Barney, and he keeps squeezing Barnye’s hands so Barney will sing. “If all the raindrops were lemon drops and gumdrops, oh what a rain that would be…..” He’s oh so tired because the only nap he had today was on the way home from American Fork (dropping off kids at an art class). The transfer from car seat to crib didn’t work too well. He’s snoring now, so we’ll see if the lap to crib transfer works this time.

–time passes—

He slept past the kids stomping loudly on Step Mania, and on the way upstairs to his room, but when I put him down in his crib he woke up and started crying. Ugh. I asked Ryan to go and pick him up this time. Thankfully I have a great husband who will take his turn holding cranky boy. Now if I could just get those Barney songs out of my head. “I love you. You love me. We’re a happy family….”