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<\/a><\/p>\nThen as I am falling asleep Cole comes in and snuggles up to me but he can’t fall asleep so he starts to talk.<\/p>\n
Balllzz. Baaallllzzz. Baaaaallllllzzzz. Sac.<\/p>\n
(me) “stop”<\/p>\n
Balllzzz<\/p>\n
(me) “stop it”<\/p>\n
Baaaalllzzzzzz<\/p>\n
zzzzz (he is out)<\/p>\n
Life with boys. Always fun.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My to-do list is a mile long. The house is wrecked- needs major cleaning paint Austin’s room make Austin’s quilt (yes I decided to make it) build the new website make new bags with new fabrics shave dogs so they don’t shed so much If I didn’t have Aimee running the back-end of the biz right now I don’t know what I would do. I woke up this morning feeling stressed that there is not enough of me to go around. And even though ever second counts, I need to hit the trail and do a few miles to make myself feel better. I don’t want to go. But I have to go. Hate those days. In other news- if you live with boys you may know what it’s like, or maybe your boys are nice and well behaved. Well I have one like that but he is still at the beach. The others, not so much. Cole got out of the tub and was streaking thru my room. He came up to me and bent over giving me full butt view and stuck his head thru his legs. I may or may not have snapped a pic and texted it to his brothers (and father- it was a proud moment after all) He takes my phone and zooms in on the pic and next thing I know he is rolling around laughing so hard because his “goods” were hanging right in front of his left eyeball when he was upside down and well that is the funniest thing on earth. Then I get this text when I am in the one in the tub Then as I am falling asleep Cole comes in and snuggles up to me but he can’t fall asleep so he starts to talk. Balllzz. Baaallllzzz. Baaaaallllllzzzz. Sac. (me) “stop” Balllzzz (me) “stop it” Baaaalllzzzzzz zzzzz (he is out) Life with boys. Always fun.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":8523,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8415","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-life"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/armbandstarburst3.jpg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8415","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8415"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8415\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17761,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8415\/revisions\/17761"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/8523"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8415"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8415"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8415"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}