This is supposed to be the post where I regale you with stories about how much we’ve been up to so far this month. And I can only assume you’d be totally impressed by often we go to story time at the library or the park or mommy-and-me yoga or to the natural food store to buy kale (lol, what’s kale?).
Instead, let me tell you what we’ve really been up to.
Finger painting in the backyard. With no pants on. Well, I had pants on. I think. Probably 50/50 chance I had pants on.
Eating finger paint in the backyard. He learned that non-toxic does not mean delicious.
I’ve helped Wyatt in and out of these boots 9,823 times. This is also his “going to Walmart don’t care” outfit. I think the fleece camo cargo pants give it a little extra ‘murica.
We threw open the blinds a few times so the neighbors could watch me chase Wyatt around the house yelling things like “Where did you find those scissors?!!” or “Please stop hitting the dog with your hockey stick!” or my favorite, when he’s naked after a bath “Why are you squatting down like that? You better not be pooping on the rug again!”
Wyatt formed his own one-man band. I’d describe his music as a folk/heavy metal fusion. Lots of harmonica and screaming. And based on how often I have to clean up his musical equipment, I’m pretty sure I’ve become his roadie. He pays me in kisses though, so I’ll stick it out.
Wyatt has been playing with every inappropriate item in the backyard that he can get his hands on (he’s holding some of the inner workings of a burnt out firework, of course). And I let him. He’s pictured here being highly amused by my parenting skills.
So, what have you been up to lately? (if it has anything to do with kale I don’t want to hear about it)
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