Parker and I did not have a very good morning. Let's just say that the pregnancy hormones were raging and the sleep was lacking (for both of us). But, no matter how frustrated I get, it all goes away in those precious moments.
Lunchtime ended with P throwing his PBJ on the wall behind his highchair. It stuck. He then proceeded to walk into his room and pull out a whole basket of books. We sat on his chair for 45 minutes and read every book at least twice. When I told him it was time for his nap, he looked up at me and said, "Ieeeeeee You!" That's his way of saying, "I love you!" And, the PBJ on the wall no longer mattered.
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