Ninety // Obviously this kid too tired to eat dinner, but nap? Go to bed? Sleep through the night. No dice.
Ninety-one // "Helping" her brother to "sleep."
Ninety-two // Hugo fell asleep as I was prepping for a diaper change, so I went with it.
Ninety-three // I continue to marvel and rejoice at the fact that most nights it takes no more than ten minutes to get this kid off to milky dreams.
Ninety-four // We've got new across-the-hall neighbours. They've become insta-built-in-best-friends with Stella and Baby Hugo. There's been a lot of role play, dressing up games, and all sorts of generalized adorable toddler chicanery going on in these parts. Including superhero costumes at dinner. Which, while not strictly appropriate for restaurant, is kind of the greatest. And, let's be honest, Bob the Builder has never looked this good, no?
Ninety-five // Wiped out after a full Saturday of playing, which was capped off with an evening swim.
Ninety-six // Quiet train building with Papi.