Killing Play Mates and Poop!

Welcome back, at least that’s what I imagine everyone saying! I know you have all been just sitting by the computer just waiting for me to show up again. So here we go!

I took Mr T for  a walk the other day, the hubs had the van so we couldn’t make it to the park. So we walked around the apartment complex instead. We walked around our building and then went up the hill to walk around the other building. I promise I am going somewhere with this story! Anyway, we decided to come back down the big hill instead of the driveway and he decided he didn’t want to hold my hand. I told him to watch for poop on his way down. As soon as I said that he stopped, looked down, picked up his foot like he had already stepped in it and had a look on his face that screamed “GROSS”! He thought for a second, and then decided he would just follow mom because she was watching where she was going and he wouldn’t have too. It was very funny, and he followed me the whole way down the hill! I am amazed at how much he understands sometimes! You don’t even think about it until, well, you do! If that makes any sense!

A couple days later we were playing at home. To give you the whole story we have had three flies buzzing around our house lately. They weren’t regular flies either, they were super flies! Every time I would sneak up on them they would take off! Anyway Mr T had just learned fly from well I don’t know where, it was just one of the words that he picked up somewhere. While I was stalking them trying to get rid of them, he was chasing and playing with them, he LOVES flies! So I finally sneak up on one and smack it, as soon as the swatter hits Mr T screams “NOOOOOOO, fly!” and then he started pouting like I had just killed one of his best friends. I felt so bad for killing this nuisance I had been stalking for three days. Needless to say I had to wait for naptime or for a time when Mr T wasn’t around so I could get the other two! I didn’t want him to have another meltdown!