I'm giving myself 5 minutes

5 minutes to write whatever comes to mind.  10:02. Go.

This morning, we took pictures of our house to get it on the market (it's been a slow process).  And by we, I mean, Drew took them and I went from room to room clearing it out before he got to it and then I went back and put everything back in its place.  So, what will be depicted in the pictures, will not be real life.  It will be what we would love for real life to look like except, not so much, because that means that we wouldn't have 4 little people in our lives or if we did, they would be robots or cats, maybe cats would make more sense and then they wouldn't be people, because they'd be cats.  You probably saw where I was going with that, didn't you.

Anyway.  The pictures were taken and we think the listing will go live Saturday.  Except maybe not because that was before Drew was taken out by some strawberries at dinner.  Or so he thinks.  He ate some strawberries for dinner.  I took Annika on a quick walk (that makes me sound cool and healthy except this was the first time it has ever happened and it was seriously a 5 minute walk, much like this blog post).  I came home and gave her a bath and started nursing her (which means I nursed her as long as she wanted and read blogs on the Ipad).  And then I kept hearing the boys laughing and talking loudly and kept wondering why he wasn't putting them to bed.  It was, after all, inching towards 9! Yikes, that's late for our kids.  Finally, I decided Ani was done nursing (which means, I read all the blogs that I wanted to) and I took her up to her bed.  And then I checked on Drew.  And quickly determined that I didn't want to be too close to him and then read the boys a Franklin book and 2 short chapters about Hudson Taylor from Hero Tales.  Google that.  It's a really neat book. 

10:09. 

To summarize, we took pictures, Drew got sick.  The end. 

A Rare Evening

It's 9:00. 

I'm sitting on the couch.  I've been on my laptop since 8.  This is so weird.

I finally added a picture and changed my name on twitter. 

And, I might post something in the middle of the week!  I know!

Maybe you aren't as excited as I am.  That's okay.  It's the little things in life for me.

Annika might be crying.  She is.  Dang.  Maybe she'll go back to sleep. 

She's not stopping. 

I'm hitting publish.

And then I'll go check on her.

Which will lead to laying down in bed to nurse her.

Which will lead to falling asleep. 

I'm still publishing this.

Sorry for wasting your time.

Until the next rare evening!