Listen carefully and he recites us all.
Remember when his head was 6 inches below the top of the highchair?
(We had brought it up for a visiting 1 year old and Matt wanted to have lunch in it the next day.)
I let him stay there to color.
(Which was followed shortly by throwing all the markers on the floor.)
One morning he decided to wear Mom's shoes.
First you have to zip them up.
Then model them.
Serious.
Silly!
Then Mommy has to get them off his feet so she can wear them to work.
That made him mad so I let him wear his snowboots to school. It's all about compromise.
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