I allowed for one snow. I even took pictures and let the boys play in it. It was nice. It was pretty. It was gone. And what do I find this morning? Another fresh inch on my car. Not. Happy.
Also, for the last two days Brent has gotten up early. And I've gotten to bed late. For me, not a good combo. So we drudge out to the couch and lay under my big tiger pattern blanket. Yesterday I spent the better part of an hour fussing at him whenever he spoke or moved - trying to order him back to sleep. This morning I gave in a bit (and felt guilty) and just let him watch tv while I tried to get a little more rest. Around 7:30 he went over to the window and just gasped. "SNOW!!!!!!" Yeah. I know.
Last night he regaled me with knock knock jokes. Make sure you put any drinks down for a minute -- these are side splitters!
"Knock Knock mommy"
"Who's there?"
"Monkey"
"Monkey who?"
"MONKEY POO POO BUTT!!!!!" (collapsing into a fit of giggles)
"Knock Knock mommy"
"Who's there?"
"Tiger"
"Tiger who?"
"TIGER STINKY POO POO BUTT!!!!!" (collapsing into a fit of giggles)
I could share more - but there's a hidden theme in there somewhere and it might get redundant for you. Mike asked him if he was going to be good and sleep in for mommy in the morning. "Yes," Brent replied emphatically. "I'm not going to give her a hard time anymore". Pssh. As if!
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