Loving playtime on her quilt from Norma.
Kira had plenty of engery this afternoon so she got her workout on with some planks. Wiped out from the exercise, and lack of necessary newborn sleep, she snoozed from the time Max came home from school until he went to bed. Good timing/bad timing. Between Max's coughing and Kira's late awakening from a marathon nap, tonight should be a party.
Max is sick [again] [shocker] so we stopped to get some orange juice on the way home. Clearly this 'apple a day' business is not effective, but Max still requested a green one and dug in with both dimples in full force.
This pre-dinner ice pop allegedly has a half serving of vegetables.
"Mommy, I want to play Santa Clause," Max said in the bath. Funny that he wants to replicate the part of Santa that he does not like. He also said that he does not want Santa to wave at him anymore. Last we saw Santa, he was merely being polite by waving to a boy who stared at him for close to 30 minutes from afar.
