The Witching Hour.

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Now, onto lil' Miss.

Gwen's bedtime is usually around 8:30. I know that to some that may seem a little later than normal, but she naps like a champ during the day, so I don't push it with a super early bedtime.  Anyways, for the past few weeks, that last hour that she is awake... she is a lun-a-tic.

I mean, running from one end of the house to the other, jumping like a maniac, FULL of energy.  Like, drank two Red Bulls and is ready to party all night, energy.  Like, makes you count the minutes until bedtime.  It's exhausting with a capital E.

She talks a mile a minute, like that Family Guy commercial, "Ma, Mom, Momma, Mommy, Ma, Ma, Ma!!!"  And although it's more tiring than one could imagine, we can't help but laugh at the ridiculousness that occurs.

But, then comes the freshness.  OH, the freshness.  It is almost as if she WANTS to get into trouble.  She pretty goes, "Momma, look!" and then jumps on the couch.  "Hey Mom" as she whacks the dog.  And it's not that she is craving attention {at least I don't think}, because she gets it plenty.

Then, when it's time for bed, she whines a bit, but she is pretty complacent.  Kisses, books, snuggles, and bed... the witching hour has ended.  Thank the good Lord.

Does this happen with anyone else's toddler??

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And what would Wednesday {or any day} be with out a pic or two?

Intensely watching the parade on Sunday.

Girlfriend loved the fire engine that was parked outside of our house the other day!  She couldn't get enough!