Once a week, I try to keep Kendall for the day.
It doesn't work every week, but I try.
They are not all like this.
She is very active.
She is her mother's daughter.
Sacked out on the couch, she does manage to nap.
She comes to work with me or I would nap with her.
Some days I need it!
And Papa thought she needed this really big lollipop when she woke up.
Where did he find that?
What else does he have hidden in his desk drawers?
See that painting in the background?
Tyler + Basketball = Clamps and Glue
It quickly went bad.
Shelby had teacher conferences last night so I took Kendall home and got her ready for bed.
She was sound asleep by the time Shelby got home.
If I could figure out how to load videos, you would see the action.
Finally, ready for bed, I resorted to my phone.
She loved the piano app!
Craziest moment of the day:
Arriving at Shelby's house, carrying a fluffy coat bundled Kendall, a diaper bag, a purse, a pink teddy bear dressed as a basketball player and a musical seahorse, pressing the code on the security box as the garage door goes up and an impatient basset hound with a full bladder "blasts" past me (well to be honest, old basset hounds don't "blast" anywhere) I realize that I don't know how to CLOSE the garage door. I rummage through the purse, get the phone out, still standing in the garage and holding all the aforementioned items to call my son-in-law. The phone manages to dial my mother-in-law and I hang up before she answers, causing her to call me back while I am still dialing my son-in-law. Left a message for SIL, the basset hound has now returned, I get the house door open, think of how I can close the door, get the door closed while explaining to my mother in law that I didn't need her, my SIL beeps in and I tell him that everything is fine while Kendall is headed up the steps behind the basset hound giggling at the tail of the dog hitting her in the forehead.
I am too old for this!