In a parking garage and K sees “2H” on one of the beams so he yells “twenty-H!” Love this kid.
Our flight leaves at 650am which means we have to be there at 550 am which means I should wake up at around 450am
I have to take out the garbage. Put away the dishes. Finish laundry. Shower. Do my hair (yeah right). Lay put clothes for tomorrow.
Oh and pack.
And instead I’m lying holding my poor fevered baby wondering at what point you call the doctor or cancel a flight.
Okay, I know both of those are a tad but excessive since he was running around like a crazy person today but still.
The one time I was actually ahead of schedule. Now I’m going to be up all night- even if I get everything done I’m still going to be worrying about my baby.
Sooo… K knows how to take his cloth diapers off. Poop everywhere. Go to fill up the bath and then throw the sheets in the wash….
Apparently he didn’t want to bathe alone.
K leans into another kid at the library and very quietly and creepily goes “hey mister what you doin?”
Bought K a twin sized mattress from Ikea that say not to use it for 72 hours after unrolling it. Apparently it’s a very important 72 hours.
We are now on our second reading of Winnie-The-Pooh, since no one carries House at Pooh Corner in store and I have to order it (I know, I’ve lost all faith in humanity too.)
So tonight, k fell asleep while I was reading to him and every so often would fight back to consciousness and go in his adorable little toddler voice “tra la la” “hump” “hunting” - all of his favorite new words that he’s learned curtesy of AA Milne.