It was Sunday morning (last) and we were running late. Rather, I was running late.
Jim had his coat on and had already been outside to start the car. He had pulled it up to the apartment building and came back in to hurry me along.
These were his persuasive words: ...and he wasn't even talking to me, fancy that...
"Let's go Josefine...and bring your Mama with you!"
Oh, too cute. I was persuaded by my adorable husband and his first "conversation" with Josefine and we were out the door only 10 minutes late. Oiy.
And as we were tooling down the road, I began to think of the ironicy of it all. This might be a regular phrase around our house when Josefine is actually out of the womb. I can see it now - the Sunday Morning Rush - Poppy & Josefine waiting for Mama at the door. *sigh*
I try. Really, I do.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
3 comments:
Cute :-D.
And..hey...you can't rush beautiful...
Adorable!
I hate to break it to you .. but it'll be worse. At least it is for me .. my normal running lateness is stretched because I not only have to get myself ready, but pick out their outfits and dress my two girls and brush their hair ect.
Even when I preplan stuff, I still end up running *way* behind, and my hubs is standing at the door waiting... =-)
'Poppy & Josefine'... How cool. :)
Post a Comment