There it is. I ate right in the living room, cozy on the couch with Trey. Mornings at our house are always a mad rush of activity as we get the big kids out the door for school. Once the door closes behind them, I admittedly hunker down on the couch while Trey is eating his breakfast and fixated on a show. My eyes may or may not be open during this time. After a few minutes, Trey might get cozy with me or just sit on me and bounce until I get up or start yelling that he has to use the big potty. Once that stillness is broken, we'll go into the kitchen together, make a pot of coffee and my oatmeal. I'll read to him while I eat or just watch him
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Day 11 Photo!!!
"Where You Ate Breakfast" was today's photo prompt.
There it is. I ate right in the living room, cozy on the couch with Trey. Mornings at our house are always a mad rush of activity as we get the big kids out the door for school. Once the door closes behind them, I admittedly hunker down on the couch while Trey is eating his breakfast and fixated on a show. My eyes may or may not be open during this time. After a few minutes, Trey might get cozy with me or just sit on me and bounce until I get up or start yelling that he has to use the big potty. Once that stillness is broken, we'll go into the kitchen together, make a pot of coffee and my oatmeal. I'll read to him while I eat or just watch himdestroy...errrr, play with his toys. That's it. Nothing truly note worthy or exciting.
There it is. I ate right in the living room, cozy on the couch with Trey. Mornings at our house are always a mad rush of activity as we get the big kids out the door for school. Once the door closes behind them, I admittedly hunker down on the couch while Trey is eating his breakfast and fixated on a show. My eyes may or may not be open during this time. After a few minutes, Trey might get cozy with me or just sit on me and bounce until I get up or start yelling that he has to use the big potty. Once that stillness is broken, we'll go into the kitchen together, make a pot of coffee and my oatmeal. I'll read to him while I eat or just watch him
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We almost have the same couch. Ours has some wood work on the front. Truth be told, I hate it.
Did I just say I hate your couch? No, I hate MY couch. That looks a lot like your couch. Only your couch looks so much nicer....
On a more complimentary note (?), I think its exciting just to get a glimpse into your daily life, even something mundane like where you eat your breakfast.
So there. I like knowing you eat your breakfast on your super duper nice couch with your super duper cool kid!
happy is hilarious.
I forgot to look at the prompt today (again)!
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