Play Time

I've been out maybe three times since Mason's been alive, and every time I decide to venture out I'm reminded exactly why I don't drink anymore. Redbull and vodkas always sound like a great idea, until seven the next morning when I remember that it's not possible for me to lay in bed until noon. It's not even possible for me to lay in bed until seven fifteen.

Fun times though.

Somehow (being the wonderful mommies that we are) Aimee and I still managed to take Mase and Mads to the park this afternoon. And, not surprisingly, more fun times.