on the fence

layla woke up uncharacteristically early from her nap yesterday. what was even more unusual is that jesse and i were both home to give her some only-child action while judah finished his nap. 

aside: we are still both working a full time job each plus 1 or 2 part time jobs thrown in for fun (re: survival) and the kids are only in school 4 hours per day.  we have no babysitter. so that childcare math is...challenging, and it usually adds up to me and my baby daddy not being home together in the afternoons. but we are beyond thankful that the many jobs we have (pastor, business lady, guitar teacher, etsy shop owner, blogger) are so fulfilling. we've got a lot of balls in the air but we love our balls and we love to juggle them. amen.

we took our little cray-cray lay-lay bay-bay (her most-used nickname) outside. i was spray painting and jesse was drafting an email, but within minutes we both dropped what we were doing as we found ourselves inexorably sucked into the vortex of cuteness and babble.

when she climbed up by the white picket fence and was being the her unreal layla-love self all country cute in her overalls i knew i had to run and get the real camera.

somthing with adorable pudgy fingers. i dont know what exactly, but i love it.

fuzzle head doing ET fingers with daddy

beyond squeezable

playing coy

the mullet is poppin!

singing her abc's (A-B, A-B, A-B, A...in the correct tune though! 2 down, 24 more to go)

she spots the UPS truck pulling in

is this brown truck friend or foe? (she takes homeland security quite seriously)

oh its a fabric delivery! this is favorable, for sure!

kisses to the bringing of all things fibrous!

MWAH!

buh BAI!