I found Tupperware in my washing machine. Multiple times.
I finally installed a toilet seat latch. Just in the master bath. The spare bath has a pack of Costco toilet paper holding it down, cause we’re classy like that.
I am munching on post-Valentine’s day candy that I got on Target clearance. I occasionally share with Wade, but he probably shouldn’t eat so unhealthy (whereas, it’s totally okay for me).
Wade and I have been reading lots of books. Or rather a few books, lots of times. Especially one about a tiger with a furry tum.
I got all caught up on laundry. That statement is now void since, y’know, one year olds.
Wade has been throwing things over the gate and down the stairs. I can hear him grunt with effort, then the tumbling toy, then a shriek of glee.
I am close to being okay with cutting Wade’s hair, since everyone continues to call him a girl. But how does one do that? Guarantee he won’t cooperate.
Wade and I have been lying on his elephant quilt touching all the elephants and finding their eyes. Okay, I am finding their eyes and trying to show Wade where his eyes are and where mama’s eyes are. But he just takes it as an invitation to put his finger up my nose.
I have been avoiding Wade’s fingers going up my nose – he really, really likes that game.
I have been avoiding Wade’s other new game of pulling mama’s hair. His eyes light up when he sees a clear shot. It’s terrifying.
Stella has been seeking out sunny spots on the carpet to take nice naps in.
Wade has been seeking out Stella during her naps to annoy her.
I have a paper shopping bag bouncing around my upstairs because it makes great crinkle noises when crawled upon.
We are using toilet paper off the floor/from a bag because Wade discovered how to unroll said toilet paper.
I ate an entire bag of Cheetos. That wasn’t this whole week, just today.
I discovered that what I thought were attempted Wade bites were actually (slobbery) open mouth kisses. Easily confused since they do sometimes turn into bites.