Yeah, yeah, right.
He's all cute and cherubic until you hear the blood curdling scream that comes out of his mouth when he doesn't get his way and/or he starts spinning and clapping at the same time and has a "drive-by" head smacking incident with the corner of our coffee table.
We've had a week here at the Waelty house.
We've had a week here at the Waelty house.
And don't let this pretty face fool you...
This boy is FEISTY!
This boy is FEISTY!
Why, you ask?Could it be that molar he is cutting three months earlier than expected?
Or the fear that because I am walking three steps in front of him implies that I am
ABANDONING HIM FOR E-V-E-R?!?!
OR, could it be...the fact that I am trying to teach
the wee one a simple life lesson
but instead I need to call in an freakin' exorcist?
that I check the clock,
longing for 6:30pm,
because this boy has been wearing me ragged.
But check out his chunky belly
(in that adorable patriotic shirt)
and his perfect little smile...
those are the same reasons
why I can't wait for 6:30am!
3 comments:
Charlie is a perfect angel, how could be possibly be feisty?
We love the tie shirt! See you soon!
Kim
LOVE this post. Charlie is just to-die-for, but you have definitely earned adult-time by 6:30pm :).
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