Today has been rough. The toddler is Certifiable. Seriously, for fun this morning he chased Roscoe around the house and squealed with delight as he repeatedly chucked a bag of dry breakfast cereal at him. This is one of the many reasons I need to post these pictures. I need a reminder that his sense of humor is a good thing. It is not always used for the Forces of Evil.
Also, Zoey seems out to get me as well though using the only means she currently has available: poop. Today she exploded. She was laying on my lap and her butt suddenly exploded so violently that it made me jump. Then the yellow-brown spot appeared on the belly of her onesie. Then I felt something wet RUNNING DOWN MY LEG. And then it began dripping all over the floor as I hollered for Alex to bring paper towels and make it quick — and ROSCOE QUIT LICKING THE FLOOR!!!! Maybe I should have just let him lick it up because I had a LOT of mess to clean up, immediately followed by a bath for Zoey and then a bath for me.
I’m ready for bed now.
It will get better! Wait till they’re old enough to plot against you ;o)