Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Kylie May and a "Routine" Day 145

Routine? we don't need no stinkin routine!  Wait...Strike that...if there is anything that we absolutely need (besides your basic ability to time travel and fly), it's a routine.  I guess it isn't so much that "we" need a routine, but it's more along the lines of Kylie could use a good bedtime routine.  (Ok...overthinking has gotten the best of me.  I guess "we" are actually the ones that need the routine...I mean, only if we want to remain alive and sane).  So, here's to sanity....and routines.

Tonight Nat has to work, but, before she does, we are implementing OPERATION BEDTIME! The funny thing about our completely confidential (don't tell anyone) and highly technical covert plan, is that we have no idea what it actually entails (or at least I don't. I think Nat has a pretty good idea of what should happen) I think that is part of a Top Secret plan (all the way to the highest security clearance). You don't ever really get to know the details, you just have to do it.  So far, we've had a walk, a bath, a massage, some eating, and now the blackhawk is down.  I have now been charged with the duty of guarding the pumpkin for the rest of the night.  What's that like? hmmm.....just imagine being asked to stand six inches away from a house of cards for 12 hours without letting it topple over.  note: breathing is only being used under extreme circumstances.

Nat's off to work....I'm taking the rudder (or was it the steering wheel? I can't remember), and the ship is sailing.

more to come soon,

"looks like I'm the Queen of the mountain"

"Quick!  Someone pull my finger....:-)"

"Wait...the movers said to put it right here...it doesn't go here?"

"much better"  Do you like my hat sir?

sometimes I think she is just pretty proud of how big and talented she is.

When you can't go to the carousel you bring the carousel to you.

"mom...dad...don't look.  I'm about to go "no hands"

Just a girl, her tub, some bubbles, and the red bucket....life is sweet
-Craig-

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