Faith's (dare I type it) routine consists of rising and shining anytime between 5:45 to 6:15 a.m. When she knows it's the weekend, she wakes up extra early. Just when we decide she's more consistent then an alarm clock, she sleeps til 6:45 and we're late for work.
|No, Howie doesn't sleep in Faith's crib. Shot posed for effect, duh!|
|You cannot stop her. You can only hope to contain her.|
|Does the song "pretty fly for a white guy" come to anyone else's mind?|
Then there's daycare. Bless their baby-loving hearts. They feed Faith breakfast and lunch, change her "BM"s (oh yeah, they are still plural daily), try to get that sweet child o' mine to nap for more than 30 minutes and teach her how to make monkey noises. I'm sure those are important for development at some point.
Rob picks Faith up between 3:30 and 4 o'clock and spends some quality daddy-daughter time rockin' out until I get home.
|upside down face!!|
6 p.m. and dinner is served.
|Finger foods are my new BFF!|
|Plotting her revenge and laughing about it.|
|Virtual hugs from Faith.|