As you might have figured, my adult children are now fertile and have produced children. Well, my two-year-old grandson came to play at my house today. So far we have played in the sandbox, did face time with a tater head, rode a dump truck, watered the rocks, dunked a sandwich in soup to see if it could swim, and we colored with markers that were so dried up they got to be dipped in water to use, and we blew bubbles, and made a mess with Play-doh. That was this morning.
Lunch has now been cleaned from both ends of the boy; books have been read; eyes, nose, and ears have been located and identified on both the boy and Von-Von; Muno and Brobee were selected as bed buddies; and one talky-talky boy is singing the ABC song in his crib. It's supposed to be nap time. I hear a choo-choo. Not sure how that got into his room.
Oh, I forgot to mention that we tried on all the hats in the coat closet that I decided needed reorganizing while trying to wrangle the Play-doh bin from the top shelf. Said struggle caused an avalanche.
Did I mention that I pulled a bag of apples from the fridge and caused a jar of spaghetti sauce to fall out and break on the tile floor, cutting my foot in two places? The boy may have added a few choice words to his vocabulary as I tried to clean up the mess while bleeding on a paper towel I shoved into my flip-flop to keep from bleeding on the clean floor. So, mommy and daddy, if you hear the boy saying FU-CRANK-en-stein, you know where he learned that word.
Life is hilarious and it's only Monday!
Lunch has now been cleaned from both ends of the boy; books have been read; eyes, nose, and ears have been located and identified on both the boy and Von-Von; Muno and Brobee were selected as bed buddies; and one talky-talky boy is singing the ABC song in his crib. It's supposed to be nap time. I hear a choo-choo. Not sure how that got into his room.
Oh, I forgot to mention that we tried on all the hats in the coat closet that I decided needed reorganizing while trying to wrangle the Play-doh bin from the top shelf. Said struggle caused an avalanche.
Did I mention that I pulled a bag of apples from the fridge and caused a jar of spaghetti sauce to fall out and break on the tile floor, cutting my foot in two places? The boy may have added a few choice words to his vocabulary as I tried to clean up the mess while bleeding on a paper towel I shoved into my flip-flop to keep from bleeding on the clean floor. So, mommy and daddy, if you hear the boy saying FU-CRANK-en-stein, you know where he learned that word.
Life is hilarious and it's only Monday!
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