He's the man because he has to deal with mommy's 10 gazillion Dr.'s appointments. Half the time I put on my coat he says, "Mommy, bye bye. Doctor's office."
He thinks he's the man because he rules the house some nights. Okay most nights. Break downs have become numerous.
He thinks he's the man because he tests mommy and daddy's limits when we say no. Needless to say the timeout chair has been used several times per day.
He's the man because he's in charge of giving the baby a "bewwie" as he says, or raspberries. He lifts up my shirt and blows a big fat raspberry on my belly. Maybe he can make the baby turn. :)
He's the man because he DOESN'T USE A PACIFIER ANYMORE!! We cut the tip further and further until he didn't even want it anymore. He didn't even really complain at all. He of made a weird face the first time when we gave it to him before bed but didn't react any further. Kyle and I could barely make it through the bedtime song and prayer because we were giggling so hard. After that it he just chewed on it. Then he didn't even want it anymore and it was forgotten in his crib. Now the poor thing is somewhere in the depths of the city dump.
He's the man because he finally kept his gloves on when we went outside in the snow last Friday. Before this, I had to resort to literally taping them on.
2 comments:
He's the man alright!
Keeps life quite interesting.
Have fun with the little man.
G-ma N
Are those diaper covers with a sock monkey on them? CUTE!
It looks strange to see snow. We haven't had snow here for a long time (besides when it snows and stays for a few hours and then melts)
He is the man...soon to be joined by the "little man"
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