I love this age when life gets narrated in impromptu songs. As I fix pb&j for lunch, I am being serenaded by “I going to the potty because I need to go to the potty and I have a new swimming cap.”
Earlier, it was a tribute to a shortbread cookie and having the windows rolled down in the car.
Bot, Geo and Milli Measure were a hit at the Old Salem trick or treat. We even did The Crazy Shake!
Last time I will ever be seen in public in a lime green track suit, by the way!
Even at three, I can still count on a minimum 90 minute nap each day. Today, after tearing up the playground for thirty minutes in the cold, not even a chocolate milk AND chocolate cookie at Starbucks was going to keep this one awake.
(Sidenote: The new chocolate meringue cookies at Starbucks are deadly and delicious. You have been warned.)
“I am not happy about this! My little rubber ducky is going in time out!”
I wonder what Little Rubber Ducky did?
This may become a daily feature…
Don’t push the placemat because your oatmeal will fall on the floor and I will be cranky.
And I will send you back to bed until you can be nice!