We settled into some semblance of routine before too long.
Pickle was up with the sun and ready for breakfast.
He and I would get some one-on-one time in after Bug headed for the school bus.
He’d get bored before too long and he’d head for greener pastures aka more fun toys.
It was about this time that Harper would start screaming for her own breakfast.
With all the commotion on the itty-bits I was worried poor Bug was feeling forgotten. She was growing up before my eyes.
I snagged her after dance class one night.
“Hey, I have a gift for you. Head to the living room while I change this stinky kid.”
I pulled her Mom’s trunk out of Adam’s basement earlier that day (well, Adam pulled it out of his own basement because I have TONS of time to leave the house).
“Here. I took this while your mom and I were in college. You should have it if you want it.”
She seemed unsure at first.
But I think she’ll be ok.