Sunday:
Giant Toddler towers over the tiny dog
Like two peas in a pod. Or two popcorn kernels in a, uh, Popsecret bag.
Monday:
His hockey stick is now a horse, and he gallops around going "NEY NEY NEY!!"
Playdoh playtime! I get the strongest urge to eat it. But I don't. Usually.
Putting his feet up while he gets a little work done on the laptop.
Tuesday:
Eating yogurt with the antique silver. He insists on the best.
Poor Caroline's bald spot is getting out of control. Good thing her face is so cute.
He's like some sort of crazy toddler superhero with those infant sunglasses strapped to his face.
Wednesday:
He reads "That's not my dinosaur!" as "No...no...no...ESSSSS!!"
Brutus enjoyed a break from the rainy weather
BEBEH GIRL SHOES. I want to buy them all. And, uh, maybe that white pair in my size?
Thursday:
Shhh, don't tell her her polka dot camouflage isn't working!
Apparently we needed to play with ALL the toys that morning.
Little Evan recently started loving on the bear I knit for him. And by "loving on" I mean "carrying around to hit people with and/or throw in air while laughing maniacally."
Friday:
We finally - FINALLY - left the house and made it to knit-a-long at Mothers of Purl.
We all watched Toy Story 3, some of us from the couch, some from our desks
Saturday:
Whoa, so many colors. It's like a baby acid trip.
We didn’t actually do much at all this week (because of sickness)(and a little laziness) but I’d say we still had more good days than bad ones. Although we had some really really bad MOMENTS – like when the toddler fell off the couch onto the sleeping infant in her bouncy seat (everyone was ok) or when the toddler hit the infant in the head with a hockey stick, got a time out, was released from time out, hit her in the head AGAIN and then asked joyfully, “TIME OUT?! TIME OUT!?” (everyone was ok again…except for my patience).
Today we went on a hunt for a twin-sized bed to start the transition from nursery to little boy room but didn’t end up buying anything. I don’t know who designs kid’s room furniture but dude, most of that stuff is hideous. Or HUGE. Or is so style-specific it only goes with other pieces from that collection…and I already have a perfectly good dresser and bookcases thankyouverymuch. Don’t furniture retailers realize that by the time a kid is 2 or 3 their parents have already gotten WAAAAY past the “everything in this nursery must match! nothing but the best for my snuggy-wuggums!!” stage? Nursery furniture is where your market is folks. Just make me a nice neutral not-too-high wooden twin bed. Sorry, furniture sales people make me ranty. I think we’re going to end up at Ikea.
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