"George, No NO!!!'
"Dont hit you're head!"
*George laughing his head off and slamming it back into the car seat*
*George pointing to the fire truck on his Birthday Card and saying "Fire truck" awesomely, only to crumple and fold his perfect birthday card*
"George NO! Be gentle!"
*Him throwing the card and then crying he doesn't have it*
*Me getting him the card and then him throwing it down again, only to ask for it again crying*
*Getting lost on the way to the bank and turning to GPS and continuing failing and having to park at an adjacent gas station to walk to it or else face the bizarre street layout and possibly crash as I die of frustration*
*Me tripping over a cement parking lot with 30 pound baby and 20 pound backpack, crashing full force on knees and right hand and forearm to make sure my baby's perfect head goes unhurt and unborn child is unharmed!*
Pretty much my day in a nutshell. It could always be worse....
I'm alive. Pain is apart of life. Have the cutest son, awesome husband, and cute little girl on the way. Screw my preg hormones, gravity, and my tendency to be like a freaked out Yorkie when I'm stressed.
Ok, now that we just picked up daddy, I must show you what a two year old breaking into apple sauce Go-Squeeze packs look like...