Tired, Tired, Tired

This week has been fairly busy. I'm beyond exhausted and need a little bit of a break. Josh has been working hard, but at home less as a result. I've got misters all the time, and he's walking like crazy now. So adorable, but sometimes I catch myself wishing he'd stop growing up so fast. He has such a personality. I swear if you ask him something he'll respond back almost instantly, whether you understand him is a different matter. He knows the meaning of life and all those important things, but there is just that language barrier between us. lol Sometimes I feel like he's a drunk foreigner. Honestly, now hear me out. He's wobbly beyond belief when he walks. Has to use his hands to steady himself while walking or getting up. Babbles almost uncontrollably, and there is no real connection between what he says and what you've asked. I can say, "Do you wanna come with mommy?" and he'll just reply back with, "Mabla foa hame..." which I'm sure means, "I'm ok with that mom, but I'd like a nice glass of juice first." These are the cutest days ever. But I start counting the minutes before bed time when he starts to act up. Especially when I don't get much help from daddy's side. If it was up to Josh, he'd just drop him in his crib, "night pal" and shut the door. I gotta do the whole bedroom, bedtime routine. Feed and change him, comfort him, rock a little and read a book. Then put him in his crib and tell him goodnight. Close to daddy, I guess. Maybe there's the reason I'm so tired. I could take shortcuts, but I'd miss the little things too much.