The messes, Kiddo...You make an insane amount of messes. I'm a slob and I can say this... You drew on the couch and then looked up at me with a really evident level of shame. We tried to sublimate the shame with yogurt...which you managed to get all over you and the couch. You asked to go upstairs to cuddle and we stayed there for long enough for me to finagle some clothes on to us (yes, while cuddling...I'm that good.) and then we were off to Grandmom's so I could work. We stopped and stared at a tanker truck on the way to the car, and even got to touch it! (See that? See how I muster excitement over trucks for you?) You had a very good time with Grandmapa, and took about 50 pictures of your nose while saying "CHEEEESE!" and then hung out with Grandmom and Grandmapa together before I came to take you home. You fell asleep in the car, so asleep, in fact, that you made it asleep and snoring into bed and stayed asleep for three hours!
You woke up shmuggy, and cuddly and sweet. We figured out the few ways to keep you happy - coloring, popcicles, seltzer (your reaction to which is hilarious, btw...) and ice cream. I think I'm not buying those ice cream sandwiches again for a while, Mister. You really really love them, but have a hard time accepting limits on them, and it's just not worth the fight. It's not for lack of love...of you OR the ice cream sandwiches.
Your final act of the day was begging for water and then dumping it all over the chair. My final act of the day was enforcing your final act being the final act. You were less than amused. You're so cranky, Little Bit. Teeth? Cold? What's happening? All I know for sure is that I'm going to fall asleep the SECOND you do tonight...
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