In a turn of events

It wasn't even 9 a.m. on Saturday before I texted my husband wishing he was home with us. He hastily texted me back to ensure everything was alright. Which it was. I couldn't complain. I was just...bored.

He asked me, what would you do if you stayed home every day?

That man had me stumped.

I whine constantly about wanting to be a SAHM {or WAHM}, but on Saturday I was bored before our first nap time.

For weeks now, we've had activity filled weekends. So, it had been a while since I had to put forth effort to fill our time. Within hours of being at home with J, his attention span had faded.


My mother swears up and down I was by our front door every morning by 8 a.m. with my coat in hand. And if she wasn't by my side, I was offering up her coat as well.

This, people, is karma.


J is a mover. That he gets from me.

A social butterfly? A regular comedian? Those adorable traits are from his dad.

I just love the swirl in his hair. 
We regrouped and made the most of our day together. My attempts to be crafty failed. But my little dude and I walked around the stores talking and singing. We explored and we giggled. Nothing was truly accomplished and dinner was not made.

And by the end of the night, it was the perfect Saturday.

My quintessential SAHM day.


My word that kid is cute!