So I am going to have a baby and the day dream of laying down on my bed, especially from 5:30 - dinner time is like dreaming of happy bliss.
Scott comes home from work and the house is in a state of loudness to say the least. I am getting dinner started. Scott takes over everything and tells me to go rest if I want. I want! So I go upstairs away from the "loudness" (a nice way of saying ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) and ... wait for it... Relax. It's funny because I can't sleep I am too entertained by the conversations happening between father and kids. I also sorta wonder if Scott is OK. (Sometimes he asks me where common things are in our house/kitchen. It blows my mind every time he ask me because wow... he really doesn't know where the trash bags are or the cleaner!)
Back to my point though! He makes the most delicious meal and sends J and E to get me for dinner. It was awesome. While I was resting Scott took this picture of all the kids reading. I love this picture. I also don't understand how it happened. When I make dinner Kirsten is holding on for dear life to both my legs. Scott is just magic I guess.