Croup baby is finally asleep.
Why he insisted on doing so naked I’ll probably never know.
I love how Babycenter keeps nagging me that I should be potty-training Mini-Marmot. They do not seem to be taking Mini-Marmot’s opinion on the matter into account.
Me: Do you want to be a big boy and learn to use the potty? Not wear diapers anymore?
Mini-Marmot: No! Nope. Nooooooooooooooo!
Later
Me: Are you a big boy or a baby?
Mini-Marmot: Baby!
Alright then.
Croup baby is finally asleep.
Why he insisted on doing so naked I’ll probably never know.
You know, kid, I’d be a lot happier to kiss your ouchies better if they weren’t always on the bottom of your dirty feet. Yech.
Why the toddler just turned off the Sesame Street I put on for him and put on Jimmy Kimmel instead. I mean sure, I can see being bored of Sesame Street, but late night tv? Ugh.
Removing toddler’s dinner from toddler’s nasal passages where he purposely inserted it and tried to shove it up as far as he could get it.
Seriously kid, WHAT THE HELL.
He ate an incredible amount of pesto. He also smeared an astonishing quantity of it all over his face and body.
He watches a Sesame Street video featuring a talking shrimp and immediately indicates he’d like to eat it.
Also I have the only toddler on earth who won’t eat potatoes in any form.
I really need to find a way to talk the toddler out of kissing the dog’s stuffed animals the way he does his own, because…yuck.
At least the dog doesn’t mind. She’d give him all her toys in exchange for his food.
The one-year-old barely talks but today he pointed at the Doctor Who opening and yelled “TARDIS! TARDIS!”