Be jealous

Last night, Wiley painted my toes. I didn't have to ask, and it wasn't even an "I'm bored, lemme do something" kind of thing. And this was after he cleaned the kitchen, put the baby to bed and went out to fetch dinner. He's too good to me.

Baby adventures

So, we're in bed the other morning. Well, I was in bed, Wiley was just getting up. Lying in bed, quietly cursing the small child in the other room who is refusing to sleep late anymore.

And then there's a loud thump, and even louder baby wails. Wiley goes sprinting in there to find that little miss had managed to tumble out of her crib (the crib rail had been accidentally left down. Ooops)

The adventures just never stop.