my little danger mouse had an exciting thursday. first, a cheese snack. he was looking so handsome i had to take his picture (plus, i'd already gotten totally ready to leave while he was sleeping... so i was literally just standing around waiting for him to finish his cheese snack).
"wait, i'm not ready..."
"why are you taking my picture again?"
"alright. if i MUST cheese it up."
"so cheesy i'm drooling my cheesy bites!"
after i cleaned the cheese drool off his sweatshirt we ran errands and hit the park. R did some swinging. i had the best view...
"stop. embarrassing. me. mother." (it should be noted there was a pretty 2.5yr old girl on the swing next to him)
upon returning home and being forced to try pureed steak, spinach, and carrots (HATES it!), danger mouse exacts his revenge on mom-o by climbing the food seat while she cleans all the dishes she dirtied making the food he hated and refused to eat.
now i don't want to hear "how could you let your child climb on that thing like that?!?! and on a tile FLOOR!!!" i was less than a foot away from him and poised to catch his clumsy self. my reflexes are akin to those of a mongoose. fear not for my child's safety.