
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wagon Ride-$2

Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Time Out

So tonight, when he grabs the remote for the zillionth time, I will firmly say no, sit him in the corner and turn away. I would say that I will video tape it but I think a camera will suffice, seeing as I don't think he will be still in the corner for more than 2 seconds.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
I'm A Terrible Mom
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
Afternoonlife

Our entourage consisted of one bald headed little boy who was a feather in our arms and enjoyed napping in his stroller to the tunes from the stage. This year, not quite the same.
He ate cheerios off the ground, turned his pretty yellow shirt red with fruit punch, splashed a little on daddy, made a game of dropping his graham crackers in my drink, went from me to Dale to the stroller to me to Dale to the stroller to me to Dale to the stroller (get it?) and played with an empty cup that I am sure at least one person thought was still filled with beer and had their cell phone out calling DSS. He did a little dancing too but was much more interested in the goings on around him than the band on the stage. This was the look that meant it was time to head on home for the night: