Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Life With A Three-Year-Old.


Fine, I'll have my afternoon rest. But I will do it inside a Styrofoam box as I clutch a Tupperware container full of absurd objects.

Try and stop me.
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3 comments:

  1. Sounds good to me - oh to be three! Ivy is looking so grown up from her styrofoam box.

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  2. we prefer to call the obscure objects "treasure" (rather than crap which I am always tempted to use as I really want to chuck it out -) in our house.
    It helps me cope.

    Did she actually sleep?

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  3. So funny. So true!

    (I found your blog from Cjane's "We're On Our Way Over" Post.)

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Thanks for talking to me. I don't got cooties. Oh, except for when I got cooties.

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