Fridays are for hearty breakfasts, and tiny toddler finger stealing bacon off my plate.
Fridays are for walks to the grocery store to cash in on new PC pts deals. This friday we detoured to visit Thomas on Mill Street, and wore pants and long sleeves because it was chilly outdoors! Friday is also garbage and recycling day on our street!
Fridays are for bursting into tears and then snuggling your baby sister when mama makes you come inside after said walk - because it's nap time, and your cloth diaper is leaking.
Fridays are for naps on the couch while mama makes and eats lunch...
...and for Honest diaper and wipe deliveries!
Fridays are for impromptu visits to Gran and Papa's, with water jug hats, and sidewalk chalk racetracks and $3.00 wagons full of blocks and toys.
Friday evenings are for letting your toddler take the lead on the walk home - and being patient when it takes 45 minutes with him out of the stroller - instead of 8 minutes with him strapped into it.
Fridays are for taking the fish sticks off your plate right away, and eating the fruits and veggies instead.
Friday nights are for "bacc"uming the living room and playing games with daddy among the toys and in the evening light.
Friday photo count // 15 iPhone, 51 Canon