Sniff. Smell that? Kind of...rotten?....spoiled? I can identify that for you in one word: Alan! Lol. Yes....we've done it to ourselves. Mr. Alan Hold-me-all-the-time Devine. And don't just hold me - keep me moving; give me variety! :) We sat him in his high-chair at supper tonight, right up to the table with us. He was happy there, but not for long. Pretty quick he was whimpering and whining, and lost interest in his sweet potatoes after just a few bites. (But boy did he keep watching Dale!) Moved him to his 'usual' place in Daddy's lap, and Wow! - was he happy! Slapped the table, leaned in for every bite of sweet potatoes. And that was when I knew - yep ... we've spoiled him. *Sigh* Oh well....it's easier at this point to keep doing what we're doing that try to undo. There will be plenty of time for 'doing it right' when he's feeling better. :)
Does this face really look like it could be spoiled?!?
(notice The Tube is missing...stinker pulled it out Saturday night! We took the opportunity for lots of pics.) :)
Mama & Dale reading Cat in the Hat a week or two ago.
Daddy went out today and bought the smaller-size pool to fill with sand for Dale to have a sandbox. Dale has been loving that as much as the pool. :)
Alan is still in his 'early-riser' phase, so I really, really, really need to get to bed! 6:00 keeps coming earlier every morning! :)
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