6: The number of times I tried to put Georgia to sleep in her Moses basket
0: The number of times that was successful
4: The number of loads of washing I hung out to dry
4: The number of loads of washing I had to bring back into the house because of rain
2: The time in the wee hours Georgia woke up to have a nice old chat with Mama (incidentally this is also how long she stayed awake)
45: The number of times I asked baby girl very kindly to go back to sleep
9: The number of days until my mother arrives for her visit
647: The number of times Ellis has asked, "Is Grammy here yet?"
645: The number of times I almost wished Grammy weren't coming so I wouldn't have to be asked if she was here yet.
3: The number of times I put his pile of trains away
4: The number of times I tripped over said pile of trains
10: The time at which I began wishing I could have a stiff drink.
2: The number of times I attempted to get out the sewing machine to make some dresses for Georgia.
2: The number of times Ellis heard his mama getting the sewing machine out and couldn't be persuaded to go back to his toys.
4: The number of cups of coffee drunk by 2pm (most of them were decaf)
67: The number of times I looked longingly at my knitting as I played cars with a 3 year old
8: The number of snacks crushed into the floor
1: The number of successful uses of the potty
2: The number of mysterious puddles on the floor...one turned out to be an accident, the other a bottle of cider vinegar
425: The number of kisses my two sweet children have received since waking.
Yes, this is a metaphor for how my house is looking as I type...
Ellis' super-awesome shoes are called Dinosoles and I want a pair. They light up and have T Rex on them. So cool.