Toddlers are Quackers

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EVERY time my husband gives the kids a bath, my son's hair looks like that. He seems to put in extra effort to make it stick up. And my daughter's hair is back-ordered. She has this ONE curl that, when wet, comes down the the middle of her back. The rest has JUST started covering the tops of her ears. She's 2 1/2, and has had her bangs trimmed twice (she needs them trimmed again, but I also want to let it grow...)

I'd be pissed if someone cut off her curl.
 
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And that was taken in December. We're in lockdown until I quit coughing. (My son licks the grocery cart, no matter what I do. My daughter sticks her fingers in her mouth then wipes them on the handle. It's not surprising he's always the first one to get sick.)

And I try to sanitize the cart after they've mauled it.
 
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And apologies if I talk too much. I've only gone out for groceries over the past 2 weeks (told my favorite bagger she wanted to stay faaaaar away from me) and my husband is gone, so I'm stir-crazy and want to talk to grown-ups.
My husband gets that way sometimes. He's disabled and takes care of the kids part time, and he only leaves the home to drop off the kids at school in the morning. He gets jealous sometimes, saying, you are so lucky you get to go work every day. He grouses and mopes for an hour or two, and then he's alright, but I know I need to give him a little space, then extra grown up talking time when he's done being grumpy.
Humans are very social creatures.
Be social!
 
Tell the Aunt you are very fond of biting people that cut hair!
:lau :lau:lau
And apologies if I talk too much. I've only gone out for groceries over the past 2 weeks (told my favorite bagger she wanted to stay faaaaar away from me) and my husband is gone, so I'm stir-crazy and want to talk to grown-ups.
You’re fine. I get to leave the house about every 6-8 weeks. That is why I come off as mentally unstable. Joking aside, this is the only real conversation I get.
 
The last time I was at the bios’ apartment, I saw scribbling everywhere including the windows. Here, crayons were supervised. She was allowed to color on paper or me. :D Some of you might remember that.
Tonight, Duckling showed me that a crayon was meant to draw on the floor. I can’t say I know what she was thinking, but I get that she had a forgetful moment. Since she was so sorry (put herself in time out), I had her help me in the kitchen. We made sweet tea, and cool aid. While the tea was steeping, I had her put away the silverware. She found the chopsticks. I had to make her believe that they really do belong in the kitchen, so I put popcorn on the counter, and began eating it with chopsticks (yes, it took me a few tries). That little stinker got it too! She didn’t hold them properly, but it was still one handed, and controlled!
 

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