I took a shower. I emerged. Five minutes, tops--that's all I can really allow myself during any of his waking moments.
Demon Baby was quiet.
TOO quiet.
What was he up to, you ask?
He managed to open the BRAND-NEW roller shade for Baby Girl's bedroom, pull off ALL the shade, so he had a thin "bat" of the center roller. (Throwing the shade in a heap over the second-story landing--WHY didn't I buy a ranch?)
Then he played baseball with his new bat.
Throwing up his Sippie Cup and trying to hit it out of the park. Or in this case, family room.
Note . . . he has an entire toybox--MULTIPLE toyboxes, actually, with balls and cars and trains and fake cooking stuff for his pretend stove, and coloring books, and crayons. And Superhero dolls.
A roller shade.
I just cannot make this stuff up.
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8 comments:
Makes you wonder why you spend all that money on toys, doesn't it?
Hi Anti-wife:
No, it made me wonder why I ever bother buying anything NEW for my house until he goes to college. :-)
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college? ha! it will come to HIM! ;) lol
laughong wolf:
There are times when he does some things that I think are so imaginative, and I really--all humor on this blog aside--wonder just where he is going to go in life. Because he is a perculiar, brilliant, and charismatic little guy.
E
He's so funny. I bet it's hard to get mad at him. It's so entertaining - you never know what he's going to do next. I'll bet you don't need movies or TV. Just a lot of Valium.
one can only sit back, marvel and watch his 'powers' unfold, and help when asked :)
Robin:
That's it precisely. My nerves are frayed . . . but I can't REALLY be mad at him.
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laughing wolf;
Precisely. It's his world. I'm just a minion.
E
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