... of a beautiful day

After yesterday's complaining, I thought I would do a quick little optimistic post.

I got some good benedryl sleep with only a little break from about 3-4am when I realized that Quinn had forgotten to bring the monitor in from the living room (and shut/lock the front door!) I still feel pretty yucky this morning, but much, much less tired.

Then, this morning, my very sweet little ~~baby~~ toddler marched over to the back door and started reaching for the door knob. I tried to get a picture of that, but then he just starting signing "please, please" over and over. I tried to get a picture of that, but I ended up with this:

I just couldn't turn him down. So we went outside - both of us in our pajamas (boy am I glad we have a privacy fence now) and he enjoyed his swing for about 20 minutes.

I thought that he would freak out and not want to stay out there since he was facing directly into the sun, but he just averted his eyes and watched the ground and me most of the time. It was so nice outside! I was expecting it to be a little chilly, but we were both very comfy sitting in the 9:30am sun and the mildly cool air.

I wish every morning were so lovely. Who knew we would get one of the prettiest mornings we've had in awhile on this 17th day of January. On Abram's 14 month birthday!! Wow, 14 months. In a way they've flown by and in a way Quinn and I can't even remember our lives before this sweet little bug. I'm ok with that. We only have a few more months with Abram as an only child. I want to savor them as much as possible before we can't remember our lives before Selah :)

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