And I thought I was tired...

I keep wondering when I am going to be reintroduced to the energetic, multi-tasking, always moving, always looking for the next fun thing to do with my kids version of myself.....

But right now I am the SLEEPY, nauseous, dragging, version who keeps wondering if it is possible for your brain to actually explode out of your right eye, or if that is just what it feels like when you have an awful hormone induced headache that won't go away with Tylenol....


Yes I am tired....but I'm not complaining....I'm so happy to have this new little life growing inside me and some silly nausea and a few measly brain blowing out of your right eye headaches are not gonna deter me from reveling in the awe of my sweet little miracle peanut.
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Yep, I'm tired.....but maybe not quite as tired as this boy who I found sleeping on the stairs.....

AND, No, he is not naked....

Really, he's not...it just looks that way......let me explain....

He came to me the other night and said he was "completely exhausted" (yes he has a large vocabulary for a three year old~or maybe he's heard me say that a few times in the last couple of months~ I'm going with "He's a genius")...Anyway, I told him to strip down to his undies (laundry room is downstairs---hopefully that is self-explantory) and to go upstairs and put his jammies on and I would be up in a minute to tuck him in....

Well, you see, the boys have been teasing each other lately with the AWESOME little rhyme, "I see London I see France I see (fill in name here's) underpants." (Darn public school :).. It's amazing how self-conscious one little silly rhyme can make a three year old boy....So, there was NO WAY Nathan was gonna risk going all the way through the first floor, up the stairs. and into his room without being seen and teased by an older brother.....So he wrapped himself in a blanket and headed off on his journey to his jammies....

Since the normal routine is for him to show back up downstairs within 5 minutes after putting on his jammies to ask if he can sleep in our bed, after about 10 minutes I went looking for him.....and a sweet, half naked, sleeping on the stairs little three year old is what I found!

NOW THAT is one tired little boy....since I distinctly remember not hearing any thumps down the stairs I feel pretty safe he didn't fall...I guess he just decided he had gone far enough and needed some ZZZZZZ's then and there!

The sad thing is I contemplated for more than half a second curling up next to him for a little nap rather than having to lug him up the stairs...but I didn't....or did I????