In the last 24 hours, Sam has broken a teacup and a votive holder. I got lost on the way to the play gym this morning and we ended up missing it. Our yard is nothing but mud and we can't play outside.
Sam fed his lunch to Dee Dee while I did the dishes. Then he got the top off of his sippy cup and dumped milk all over himself and the padded kitchen chair. He screamed when I cleaned him up, mostly because he was still hungry. Dee Dee, on the other hand, was full.
His diaper leaked. He dumped out the contents of my wallet. He stuck his hand in the dog's water dish.
While I drove around like a crazy person looking for the gym, Sam fell asleep in the car. That meant a very late nap and about 45 minutes of crying before he finally fell asleep ten minutes ago.
He is now resting, but I know that if he could, he would offer something along the lines of this:
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Sam looks cute even when he's sad/mad. Poor little boy. He's just practicing as to how to be a two-year-old.
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