Saturday around 8 am I hear Evie begin to stir in her crib. I get up, throw on my robe and let the dogs outside. (Hubby likes to stay up late on weekends so I generally let him sleep in while I get up and handle EVERYTHING. Yes I win the #1 wife award because I can count on three fingers the number of times he's let me sleep in and that was because 1) it was mother's day 2) I was sick 3) it was my birthday present. Yeah. Grrr.) Anyway, while the dogs are outside I fill their bowls with breakfast, get some milk in Evie's sippy and stumble to the counter to make my coffee. At this point I begin singing the praise of the wonderful machine that is my Keurig.
I then go get Evie out of her crib.
After a diaper change and some quick kisses and snuggles, I put her in her chair so she can drink her milk and snack on a cheerio appetizer while I sip my coffee and prepare her breakfast. She loves scrambled eggs so she usually gets that in some form or fashion.
Then she bounces in her bouncer, we read books, watch a little Go, Diego, Go!, play with the puppies and just generally hang out until about 9:45 when we go wake up her Daddy. After we all snuggle in bed for a few minutes Evie naps from 10-12pm. This is when I shower, get dressed, start laundry or do whatever I need to do.
At 12 pm I wake Evie up from nap and it is time for lunch. This might consist of leftovers, turkey roll ups, a Pb&J or I might make something. It just depends on our time situation.
Then I crawl into bed (usually with a cup of hot tea -- thank you again Keurig) and read some of The Hunger Games triology (I know, I know it's time to move on) before zonking out and getting up and doing it all over again on Sunday!