Mommy went away for the weekend and left me alone to fend for myself. Actually, that is not really true. Daddy was here as well so I had to watch him too. On morning 1 of our time together I wandered out of my bed and handed Daddy my big tub of Triple Paste cream. Still sleeping in a catatonic state he was more than happy to open the can for me. Looking back on things I should have taken better advantage of the situation but instead all I asked for was the cream. I then proceeded to completely cover my neck and face in white cream scaring Daddy into thinking I was now a Marilyn Manson fan when he finally awoke.
Bath time was a little longer than normal because…well, let’s just say that Triple Paste is a darn good product and it doesn’t come off your skin right away…or your hair…or your pajamas. Daddy helped me get dressed without incident and then we went downstairs for breakfast time. After 10 ten minutes of watching the eating machine consume most of a box of cereal he decided to feed me. How nice of him to think of me after he is no longer “starving”. After breakfast time we played together, ran some errands, and eventually connected with Grandma, Grandpa, and Uncle Travis for dinner.
“What a good little eater you are today” said Grandma. Little did she know that I was trying to eat enough to tide me over until proper child care returned the next day.
Daddy read me some stories and I went to bed and the next day we had breakfast with Uncle Travis which was nice. When we came home we did some yard work and played with Monty and before you know it Mommy was home.
This week is Easter. As you might remember, I was not happy with my last encounter with the giant bunny in the mall. If Mommy thinks we are doing that this year she is nuts.
Bath time was a little longer than normal because…well, let’s just say that Triple Paste is a darn good product and it doesn’t come off your skin right away…or your hair…or your pajamas. Daddy helped me get dressed without incident and then we went downstairs for breakfast time. After 10 ten minutes of watching the eating machine consume most of a box of cereal he decided to feed me. How nice of him to think of me after he is no longer “starving”. After breakfast time we played together, ran some errands, and eventually connected with Grandma, Grandpa, and Uncle Travis for dinner.
“What a good little eater you are today” said Grandma. Little did she know that I was trying to eat enough to tide me over until proper child care returned the next day.
Daddy read me some stories and I went to bed and the next day we had breakfast with Uncle Travis which was nice. When we came home we did some yard work and played with Monty and before you know it Mommy was home.
This week is Easter. As you might remember, I was not happy with my last encounter with the giant bunny in the mall. If Mommy thinks we are doing that this year she is nuts.
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