ulterior motives.

I'll tell you a secret.

Sometimes I suggest to the boys that we make a blanket fort.

What I don't tell them is that their dad and I will totally make-out in it after we've put them to bed.

Or in a case like yesterday night. Just play scrabble and drink cocoa like a couple of goonies.

Little baby. You're crashing our grown-up party. Could you possibly sleep a wink tonight?


PS- Guster has a fun new-to-me song, yo. Perfect for blanket-fort kissing. Do you love me?