Today had all sorts of potential. Chillier than normal, but still gorgeous out. Our morning went pretty well; we met friends for a walk, got lots of fresh air and visiting in.
Then we got home.
And things got crazy.
Overtired children dizzy with fresh air and bellies full of laughs. Sometimes that combination is fantastic, and others... well... sometimes that combination leads to a big case of the cranky sillies.
And the cranky sillies often lead to nightmarish meltdowns over books about ducks that somehow became offensive...
Which inevitably leads to naptime. Apparently for all. Even those who only nap on the rare occasion. But only when next to a beloved clementine of course. And the nap needs to take place only on the floor, when a certain mother isn't looking (possibly dozing herself for a brief moment... )
Here's to being forever grateful for the weekends when husbands are home and can help deal with the cranky sillies... which inevitably also come out on rainy Saturdays (like the one we're schedule for tomorrow).