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It's 1 p.m. and I look back on my morning and say, "At least no one has pooped on me."
I babysat for my friend Jess this morning. Caiden, her two year old, was a delightful addition to my two year old. By delightful, I of course, mean destructive. When those two get together, they are a dynamic duo of world domination. I think they might blow up a small country before they reach kindergarten.
(this is just one room...I have three more like it.)
I think they may have broken my bubble pot out in the backyard. I'm not sure. All I know is that it's full of large river rocks.
There are no sheets on Q's bed right now (I'm not going to explain that, if you have a boy who wears underwear, you can imagine).
Someone (I shan't say who) picked their nose and made it bleed.
Blows were exchanged over a Buzz Lightyear utility belt, a toy phone, a dvd case, a deck of cards, a lego...you get the idea.
There were two time outs each for a total of four in an hour.
Sheldon spent his time going after everyone else's sippy cup.
There's milk on my couch. I halfheartedly dabbed it with my sweat pants.
The End.
...or is it?
I forgot to mention: Sheldon's dinosaur braces!
We got them yesterday, and I personally love them! They only go up to his ankles, and they have already helped him immensely. He's now standing without wobbling. He's so much more stable and he actually seems to enjoy standing up now. Of course, I'm helping him stand all the time now, because I feel like there's lost time to make up for. I can't tell you how thrilled I am.
Cutest dinosaur brace model ever! (You can't even see them, but he has to wear shoes and socks all summer)(pay no mind to the pink and purple sippy cup).
