Shhh, don't tell Mimi, but I found the hide-a-key she stashed in the front planter. It was buried 3 inches deep, but that didn't pose a problem for me!
It's So Not Mom-a-licious here! I'm sneaking over from my place to get a break from all the tantrums and food and toy throwing!
I will say that I am a little disappointed. I was hoping to raid the fridge and the pantry. Make myself something to snack on since I don't often get to eat the food on my own plate! But it looks as though her two growing boys beat me to it!
Oh well, now I know what to look forward to as my son begins to grow...a bigger food bill!
Speaking of my son, I don't know where he's picking up the things he is! The other day, after bath time, I had him on the couch neked and was getting ready to cloth him and what not. He decided to look out the window for a minute. Next thing I know he is saying (and I swear this is what it sounded like) "rick, rick, rick" - only let's do letter substitution and replace the R with a D. What?! I know, right? That word is not used in this house by either me or the hubs.
I thought there was no way that he was really saying that. Until he stopped and looked down at himself. Coincidence or daycare faux-pas? It better be a coincidence!
Oskar, I don't want to play fetch right now.
So then a couple of weeks ago, my son was having this phase where he would go grab my shirts out of the laundry or off the hangers and place them on his head, or around his neck like a scarf. Awww, cute sometimes. Until....
One day he had one over his head and was walking backwards saying "Beep, beep, beep". You know that sound trucks make when backing up, but that most people associate with a wide-load backing up. What?! That better be a coincidence or just his favorite word for that day. Why all of a sudden do I feel...well, like a wide-load?
Then, literally two days later, he picked up another shirt. It was clean and so I didn't feel like washing a shirt I hadn't worn yet. This turned into a huge tantrum. He wanted that shirt! Only he wasn't screaming "shirt", he was screaming "blanket! blanket!" What?! Now my clothes are big enough to be his blankets?!
Talk about getting a complex from a two year old!
Well, I have to let the dog out and I want to enjoy kicking my feet up on the coffee table to watch a little The Price is Right before I head back over to my place and back to reality. Now if I can just figure out this dang remote!
Thanks Mimi for letting my come over to hang out! Hope you enjoyed your vacation!