Snow day! Except...your mother forgot to get you gloves. Sorry, Man. To make up for this, I opened up all of the Channukah presents that we hadn't played with yet. I was so excited for the marble run because I thought it'd keep you totally occupied and I could get some cleaning done. You learn and get a clean house? Talk about a win, right? I was half right. You were, in fact, totally enthralled with the marble run. You just also wanted me to be. We played with it for about an hour and a half before I was allowed to start cleaning. I sure love you...
When we put it away, you wanted to watch TV and be a firetruck... Fair enough, Manly, fair enough. You spent pretty much the remainder of the evening as a fireman or firetruck...or fireman in a firetruck...Everything you did until you napped.
After napping, you were dressed as an adorable kiddo in snowy dinosaur pjs. It was a pretty convincing costume. You wanted to play with trains, and in keeping with the theme of the day, you wanted me to play with the dump truck on the train track...and not stop for about an hour. You kept asking so nicely though, it helped it to not be totally infuriating. I know I keep ending with how much I love you, but Mister...I love you so much! I get overwhelmed with it, particularly in moments when I'm looking back at pictures of the things that you did that drove me crazy, isn't that funny? I bet that's a biologically relevant response...
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