I spend a large part of each day laughing because of Ian's antics and conversations. For example: this morning he got into bed with Mr. B and me (at 6 am, ew) and immediately snuggled up to Mr. B, saying, "Daddy!" and giving him kisses. Then I murmured, "I should go get in the shower," and Ian turns to me and says, "GO!" He starts pushing me and says, "Go wash! Wash hands! Go shower!" Well excuse me!! Laughing, I complied and he was content with his daddy.
Then later, he was having a cookie snack, and he had one bite left. I tried to reach for it to see if he'd let me have it, when he grabbed it and said, "No touch! My cookie!"
Still later, I attempted to read my scriptures. He came marching over, closed the book, and said firmly, "The end." So I opened the Ensign and he grabbed that and threw it. I guess we know who the real boss is around here.
And even though he has a lot of behaviors that drive me nuts, I could tell stories like these almost daily. Gotta keep me laughing to keep me sane I guess!
Still later, I attempted to read my scriptures. He came marching over, closed the book, and said firmly, "The end." So I opened the Ensign and he grabbed that and threw it. I guess we know who the real boss is around here.
And even though he has a lot of behaviors that drive me nuts, I could tell stories like these almost daily. Gotta keep me laughing to keep me sane I guess!
