Tonight, we ran to WalMart while Dusty went to pick up our take-out. The lady at the front asked both kids if they wanted stickers. She put Bennett's on his arm, so I moved it to his shirt. A couple of minutes later, I saw him smacking, looked for it, and couldn't find it anywhere. We still haven't found it. I'm pretty sure I know where it'll turn up.
Is that a guilty face or what?!
The boy is into everything. I don't leave him alone for a second.
He's pulling up, standing up, and balancing himself. I know that walking is in our near future.
The time is near for some hand popping, I'm afraid. We tell him "no," but he's not too scared of it. I think we're gonna have to get serious soon.
1 comments:
Such a pitiful face! "Sorry I ate the sticker, mommy!" Love him! He is a cutie pie!
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