2.27.2015

night

This is our night, every night.
Sherman with a tennis ball in his mouth (sometimes two, sometimes three).
Porter fresh out of the bath, crazy curly hair and a cloth diaper.
Dan being super dad and just doing it all.

Every evening around 5:30 Dan takes over with Porter and gives him a bath while I walk/run the crazy Sherm dog, who is more than ready to get out of the house. Oh who am I kidding, so am I. Then Porter gets his sippy cup of milk around 6, followed by books and kisses, and it's off to dreamland by 6:30. Then Dan cooks dinner for me, I cook dinner for Sherman (scooping = cooking in my books) and the rest of the evening is spent relaxing and trying our best to avoid the 97 different creaks in our old hardwood floors to ensure the sleeping babe stays a sleeping babe.

Ahhhh, night.
I sure love you.