Remember when "fall back" was a good thing? "Yippee...an extra hour of sleep!" I remember. That was before life with kids.
As we changed to clocks at bedtime Saturday night, I realized... no one changed Oliver's internal clock, let alone explained to him that 7AM is the new 6AM... and Mommy doesn't do 6AM with a smile.
So yeah... Sunday was pretty much the longest day ever. It was a good day. Just long. It felt like bedtime would never come. Luckily Oliver was good-mood-goofy tired, as opposed to bad-mood-mommy's-gonna-run-away tired.
For anyone who doesn't know what goofy-tired is (but really, anyone with kids knows)...this is what it looks like:
This was all on his own. Climbed up there and decided blowing raspberries would be fun. Once again, I am thankful for a camera within reach. Seriously...how funny is that big mouth of his!