See those knee-highs scattered all over my closet floor? (You have to look hard–they blend in pretty well!) When I walked in to get dressed after my shower this morning, Hank pointed at them proudly and announced, “Poop.”
“Poop?” I asked him. To which he clarified, “Yeah! Co-co poop.”
Ahhhh, Roscoe poop. My knee-highs, once they were pulled out of the box and scattered around by my toddler, look like dog poops. Gotcha.
(And yes, that is a carabiner in Hank’s mouth. No, I am not sure why there is a carabiner in my closet.)
I call this one: Still Life with Horse, Chocolate Egg, Dump Truck and Diapers
Clearly, we have a digger-obsessed little boy. They ALL have to join him for breakfast, or he will not eat breakfast. So to this, I say: Ok, fine. Line ’em up, digger man.
All the way home from work today, Hank entertained himself (and me) by balancing his goldfish snack cup on his head, then making it fall off. Over and over. (Don’t worry–I took this picture at a red light.)
Hank really REALLY wants to be a baseball player like his big bros. He could not be happier about Little League starting up again!
And what better way is there to end a crazy day than with a lovely bubble bath (with your favorite excavator)?
Tomorrow, we get to do it all over again, and I am sure by the end of it I will have even more pictures that need explanations.
**Good night all, from one crazy toddler and his Tired Mama!**
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