Oh my god. I forgot that when Latte was little she would cry whenever we walked into the room with the changing table.
Ding ding ding! That’s exactly what happened lol
Because by 6am mama was done with the whole sleep nursing thing and wouldn’t give milky even when I asked and dada has no milky and rocked me and gave tylenol instead
And now all day due to being up all night. Mama has had two coffees and is going to nap
Food is basically the reason my son lives. That and his gray shoes. Not black. Gray. He will not wear the black ones.
This morning was the first I had heard of the skateboard. Toddlers are such odd creatures.
Because Mama is working and he can’t be in Mama office and look at her laptop.
In the vein of misreading attempts for fun: I connected the tube to the house where it is designed to connect.
Rookie error.
Because I tried to give up naps too young
I didn’t let her drag the dog off of the coffee table using the dogs leg. That whole scene was CHAOS.
I did not consent to having my nipples bitten.
We had to leave the really cool playground.
To be fair, this would make me feel like crying, too.
I wasn’t too happy about it either!
Because I was staring at how cool my Lovey looks with sunglasses, and I tried to walk up my wobble board but wasn’t watching my feet, and fell. Then I bit and threw the sunglasses because I was mad, and then mom took them away!
You carried me to the front gate which I understood to mean GARDEN TIME but then you closed the gate.
I’m too hungry to sleep and too tired to co-ordinate my mouth to eat and remember to swallow and NO WHY WOULD YOU GIVE ME THE FAKE NIPPLE (dummy) . It has no milk!
Meanwhile, I’m crying because this baby won’t drain boobs properly.
We went into the bedroom for a diaper change and saw daddy on a video conference and then left instead of staying and playing