The start of a great weekend.

It's a great day.  Paul, the hubby, starts at his new position on Monday.  Nice raise.  His kids go to visit their mom this weekend, so he and I might have an actual conversation or two.  That will be nice. 

The kids take off around 4pm, but around 6pm we get a phone call saying that Amber's car broke down...bad.  It's the motor.  So much for Friday evening.  Paul drives to meet her with a trailer to haul the broken down car back home.  The kids hitch a ride with their mom, so at least he and I still have Saturday together.  We'll work out how to get them home later. 

Samantha and I go play in her little pool while he's gone.  I've got just enough water in there for her to splash around.  She has fun splashing, squealing and walking around the edge.  We come in around 8 to get cleaned up and eat something before it's her beddy bye time.  Once she's in her pj's, we lay on the big bed together to watch a little Baby TV and drink some bedtime milk.  She missed her afternoon nap today, so I know that she is tired.  We went roaming around town and to the Goodwill store to get some new books and just get out of the house.

She's avoiding sleep.  She starts to play and move around.  Suddenly, I'm under attack.  This big wet mouth is coming after my nose with a yell and a laugh.  She does a body slam on top of me and nearly bites my nose off.  Ok, it was adorable and I was laughing so much I could hardly breathe.  I was conquered.  I had to surrender and get her off just so I could regain my composure.  We are supposed to be getting ready for bed. 

She settles in about 9, and her Daddy gets back around 9:15.  Of course.  She wouldn't have lasted much longer  She was fighting that sleepiness for the past hour. 

Samantha, I love you so much.  Those moments are so precious to me.