I vacuumed up Reagan's tooth on accident. I haven't told him yet nor will I ever probably, we're going to go the "you must have lost it, that's why we don't store teeth in our
Reagan has gone two straight days wearing only his swimsuit. And the story takes a twist! We haven't gone to the pool in two days.
Before Shepherd throws anything he holds it above his head, grunts three times (signifying 1, 2, 3) then throws it straight down into the floor.
We have a screamer on our hands. I never wanted one but now I have one and I'm not sure how to get it to stop. Shep just screeches the second he is upset/happy/hungry/tired/any-emotion-at-all. Ear-piercing!
|It's not like I'm not going to keep him.|
I found this screen shot of a text exchange in the pictures section of Zach's phone yesterday.
Shepherd willingly goes to Zach now! He finally totally loves him. For the last 14 months it's very much been a cling-to-mom 24 hours a day, no matter the mood, situation. Just in the nick of time son. Before you're replaced with a newer/smaller/squishier version. Kidding! No one can top your squishiness ;)
As I typed this post I watched Reagan pee into our garbage can on accident. He realized halfway through that he wasn't in the bathroom. Oh child. That's our soon-to-be-first-grader for ya!
I DO NOT WANT SUMMER TO END. Fall is just around the river bend with all the colors of the wind. Make it stop!