Today was a tired, tired day. I'm just wiped. Violet was in a super mood, but Milo was tired -- and he should be. We let them stay up a smidge late last night and then he woke up early on top of it. It was darn sweet that he wanted to talk to the babies this morning, to tell them "Good morning!"
I just wish it had been at 7:30 instead of 6:30.
When Milo is tired, he does not deal well with frustration. So he was not a happy camper when struggling with a Wii game this morning, nor did he appreciate it when I realized halfway into making a batch of sugar cookies, that I didn't have enough flour to continue.
So, yeah. Tired day for mama and tired day for son. Hopefully, well both sleep better tonight! Although, I'm just guessing that he doesn't get up three time to pee...