Five Days a week, the Parakeet is either trying to get her tailfeathers out the door before 7AM or she is typing away at a spreadsheet hoping the numbers will reconcile themselves before 8AM and before her toddler destroys her house.
So there is something special about the weekend mornings. She lets the Huz sleep in usually (some days more begrudgingly than others) and she starts O’s porridge right away. He plays at her feet in the kitchen holding his bottle. They like this time.
last weekend – just typical Saturday and Sunday morning pics