Tuesday, March 12, 2013
B has been in the kitchen for a while now doing something. I'm not sure what, but it's not very loud and he's very content so I'm going to let him do whatever it is. I *think* he's playing with his ride-on toy, or maybe that's just what I want to believe.
I dip my fries in salt. Not ketchup, salt.
"Wheels on the Bus" - the Raffi version - has been on repeat for an hour. If I don't have it on all the time B begs for it, which gets on my nerves more than listening to it three thousand times every day. It is cute how he asks for it by circling his arms awkwardly around each other, and I do love watching him do all the motions, but goodness B can't you fall in love with a different song?
I haven't done laundry for DAYS. I have somewhere around six loads to do, possibly more.
If we had our laundry facilities on the main floor I would absolutely do laundry more often.
I've started checking out books for B from the library so I can return them when I get bored. The ones at home he is obsessed with "disappear" every now and again.
I'm going to have to cut this one short. B is melting down because I won't let him play with the computer. Even "Wheels on the Bus" isn't distracting him.
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