Seriously, today Wyatt is a terror.
How many times is he going to complain about how yucky the dog food tastes...but he keeps getting into it.
He pulled the DVDs off the shelf for the 500th time.
He managed to de-key the 'Z' key on my computer keyboard.
He wiped his Spagetti-O'd fingers all over the wall and then his hair...
He peed on his comforter.
He figured out the un-lock on the sliding door and runs outside whenever he feels like it now.
He is now swinging the frames on his wall whilst confined to his crib for driving Mommy nuts while she is trying to make dinner before Daddy gets home...
No rest for the parent of an 18 month old. Sheesh. Where's the Calgon? Heck, where's the weekend
get-a-way?
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
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I forgot how busy they keep you at that age! Haha! What a stink!
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