The only positive to this annoying cold and my faucet of a nose is the fact that Henry laughs hysterically EVERY SINGLE TIME I blow my nose!
The key phrase in our home these days is, “I do it all my self” or “NO! I wanna do it all my self.” The toddler has independence oozing our her eyeballs and this morning was no exception.
On Tuesdays, I typically go to work early (before the kids wake up) and I leave work early to pick C up at 3. Unfortunately, this morning, I was running a bit behind because our power KEPT. GOING. OFF. (And is still off!)
I was in the kitchen finishing up when Mark came out of the bedroom and said that both kids were awake. He went into Henry’s room first, as Henry was crying. Jacket on, I was about to head out the door when I heard Charlotte’s bedroom door open and the pitter patter of excited mini feet. “Mommy! I wake up all my self!!” she says from the hallway.
Me: I see that, love. In the future, please make sure to wait until Mommy or Daddy comes to get you.
Me: <fingers and toes crossed>
I can handle her needing to squeeze the toothpaste and turn on the lights and open/close the doors, and pour the cereal, and serve herself dinner, and cut her own food, and put on her clothing, and take off her clothing, and wipe herself, and climb into her car seat, and climb out of her car seat, and, and, and… BUT, I cannot handle her getting out of bed on her own. Not yet, tiny gf.
Alright, so here are the photos that inspired me to get all of the other photos posted to the blog… Henry’s most recent: the 8 month photos!
If it were just Henry at this photo session, I would say that it went perfectly! Despite it being right when he should have been napping, he was a total dream. Happy, smiley, fun, etc. However, it was not just Henry.
My other two children did not behave so well. “OTHER TWO CHILDREN?” you might say…
Why, yes! It’s unclear which of these “children” hates photos more: Mark (hubby) or Charlotte (the toddler). Charlie was ALL. OVER. THE. PLACE. She would smile like a perfect little angel, the photographer would lift her camera, finger on the trigger and C would run or start screaming or flail.
This picture really captures the big “F you” message she was sending me… (check out those eyes… those are f you eyes.)
The other child, the man child, got crabby. He just hates these photo sessions. BUT, we all survived and churned out some pretty cute pics. All in all: success!
As an FYI, my favorite pics are the one below (look at those arm rolls) and that TUSH (sorry, Henry)…