5:30 am is really early for a one-year-old....and a sixty-one-year-old.
A 2 1/2 hour nap is not nearly as satisfying as a 4 hour nap....especially if one has been up since 5:30am
Paper comes out the same way it goes in....'nuf said.
A one-year-old can be on his knees pushing a plastic baby wipes holder across the floor, fall over and bloody his nose and mouth. Go figure!!
There is a certain kind of sippy cup that I hate, yes, hate. The pressure builds up, and sprays my glasses with milk. Really, I hate that thing.
Handing a one-year-old a Baggie of shredded cheese to eat on his own is not smart.
A Baggie will seriously impede the suction of a Hoover Linx vacuum.
Reading Spot Goes to the Library does not necessarily promote library etiquette. Sorry about that, folks.
The glass in a picture frame will break just as thoroughly when dropped by a one-year-old as when dropped by an adult.
A 4x6 piece of glass can disintegrate into a lot of little pieces.
Glasses that sit under a kid's nose do nothing to help said child's vision.
Trebuchet!! The battle cry of little boys both of whom can seriously launch a pumpkin. Sorry about that Johnny Howell market workers.
Max has never seen a Better Homes and Gardens magazine that he does not enjoy tearing up.
Trying to put a diaper on a one-year-old who does not want his diaper changed is like wrestling a tiger.
With determination and a bit of a downhill slope, Simeon can push Max in the wagon across the whole front yard.
A 24 roll package of toilet paper serves many purposes....a step up for Simeon to get in his car seat and a soft place to land when Max takes a dive out of his.
For today, I wish you fond reflections on your day, and I wish you
Blessings
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