Okay. You want ice.
Conner has apparently decided that he now wants ice in his chocolate milk. Or in his words "Shockit Mick." He just asked for a sippy of milk and on the way to getting the milk he started screaming for ice. I thought he wanted milk. Now he wants ice. Nope. He wants the ice IN his milk. Of course, now we have drops of milk everywhere because he's shaking his sippy to make the ice rattle.
Also, changing his stinky diaper tickles. He started laughing and saying tickles while I was wiping his but. I had no idea that wiping a poopy butt was so funny. Wish I saw the amusement in it. I think the only time I thought wiping a butt was funny was when Hayden was about a week old and pooped in my hand while I was changing him. Yes, as a new parent it was hilarious. Now, it would probably be more of an EWW! moment, but that could also be their ages. Having a 2 year old or 4 year old poop in your hand would be kinda disgusting. Now, Hayden is finally house broken...um...potty trained. Conner will only go sit on the potty AFTER he goes in his diaper so not quite there yet but almost. Ohhh. When will I be diaper free?
Now I'm just waiting to see what other weirdness Conner can pull off today. I mean, he apparently hid Hayden's shoes so it was a frantic search before school this morning. Um, I still haven't found them. Hayden had to wear his old boots to school this morning. They have probably been lost in the deep abyss that is their bedroom. I'm not even sure if the floor was tile or carpet anymore. I mean, I only get to see it for about ten minutes once a week when I make them actually clean their room. I also know for a fact that I saw Hayden put his shoes by the entry bench after school yesterday, which is exactly where they belong. Maybe at least one will turn up.
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