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Farm Show

It's that time of year again.. the Farm Show. I took Lil Man today to meet Daddy and walk around for a bit. He enjoyed it. He LOVED the milkshake. I think he preferred chocolate over half and half.

Then we took a stroll to see the animals. I don't think he had a 'favorite' animal but seemed to enjoy them all. We saw cows, pigs, goats, chickens, rabbits and ducks. It was insanely crowded as always. But we were able to get him close enough to most things to take a peek.

It's so much fun to watch him experience things. I can't help but wonder what's going through his little brain trying to process it all.

He is such an awesome little kid. I thought he would fall asleep on the way home, but thankfully he stayed awake (with the help of Sesame Street on DVD).

He's napping now and I'm taking just a few minutes for myself. It's been exhausting lately with temper tantrums, pushing boundaries, and just being a general toddler. Today (before the Farm Show) it was pushing a chair (that he's not allowed to push) on the kitchen floor. My kitchen floor now has blue paint all over it (sigh). Hubby made a stupid man remark by saying 'well, I'm sure the steamer will get it off'. Umm.. not the point. Wasn't planning on using the steamer today, or even mopping. But that wasn't the problem. The problem was that Lil Man threw as in T H R E W the chair when I told him he couldn't push it. All of this before 8:30am. I just wanted to drink my green tea.. not have to duck and cover and then reprimand for temper tantrum chair throwing. But we dealt with it.

Seven hours later I finally finished my morning cup of green tea.

The floor is still blue.

I'll tackle that after dinner.

It's called job security right?


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