Our day started off in an interesting way; I couldn't find Zoe. At some point last night, she started crying, so I had to go and get her. This seems to be the norm these days. She rolls around in our bed, and we don't get a whole lot of sleep. Anyway, I woke up, and realized that Zoe was no longer in our bed. Her pacifier was still there, and I wondered if Darren had put her back in her room, or if she had rolled off the bed and was sleeping on the floor. I looked around, and realized that she was not in our room. The gate to downstairs was open, and I wondered if she had gone down there.
First, I decided to check Zachary's room. Zoe loves to go in there, much to his dismay. Zach was still asleep in his bed, which was a surprise. He's usually an early riser. There was a little girl, sitting on the floor in his room, coloring. She is obsessed with coloring and writing on things, and it appears that she found a yellow highlighter. I didn't look around too much to see what she had decorated; she does have highlighter all over her arms and legs, as well as her pajamas.
Zoe seemed happy to see me. When I asked her to come to me, she got up, left her art supplies, and allowed me to pick her up. What a little stinker!
I don't know what we are doing today. I am going to cook a pork roast in the crock pot for dinner, but besides that, we don't have any plans. We had talked about going to Galveston to visit Darren's dad and go to the beach, but with Zachary's injuries, we're not sure the water would feel good for him. We'll probably just hang out here and relax, which is fine.
Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there!
one day at a time
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