When I was growing up, I was never allowed to wear shoes in the house. Naturally, I prefer to wear no shoes (I do love slippers though) in our home. My Awesome Husband always wears his shoes in the house. It really isn’t that big of a deal but I clean the floor during nap time and then when he comes home he brings in dirt and grime to my precious, sparkling, hand-cleaned floors.
Two days ago, as usual, he came home from work and didn’t remove his shoes. Then this happened because of Thomas the Train:
He tripped and kicked the wall with the heel of his shoe. Tisk, tisk! So, what did Nug and I do? Chant, “Daddy punch the wall. Yeah. Daddy punch the wally, wall.”
Now when ever someone comes into our house Nug promptly tells them that daddy punched the wall:-)
In other news, Duder is feeling much better and is actually driving me bonkers. He does not listen and is just a crab. But when he turns on the charm, he is oh so sweet and I totally forget that he was being naughty.
Our baby swing died. Like, it bit the big one. It was a favorite for Nug and Duder. And Baby T <3’s swings as well. I ❤ the baby swing. I ❤ having two free arms because of the baby swing. I think I ❤ it more than them. And I think I enjoy the “<3” sign because it is cute!
Our swing was a given to us by a family friend whose niece used it. Their niece is now six, so this swing has lasted a long, long time in the swing world. Oh well, Baby T will just be hanging out with us like this more often:
Baby T is also losing her hair just like Nug and Duder and is sporting the skullet – old man on top, party in the back. Woot! I just love that you can see her widows peak (Baby T has her daddy to thank for that one) but in real life she looks almost bald.
This is the randomness that I call life and what goes through my head on a daily basis. Just random thoughts. And then I laugh.