Robs ran up to me this morning with his Buzz Lightyear shoes. He wanted them on so he could go for a run. I put them on him while he explained to me,
"I like Daddy, Momma. Daddy runs everyday."
And off he went.
He ran around the living room and the kitchen a couple of times. When he was done he threw a water bottle at me saying,
"Me sweaty Momma. I need a drink."
I told him to rethink his approach. I mean throwing things at me is not the way to get something. So eventually it all worked out and his water bottle was filled.
It amazes me how much of a boy he is.
He wants to wear a football shirt everyday.
Plays endlessly with trucks and trains and balls (like basketballs and footballs. Thankfully he limits how much he plays with his own. I'm not ready to deal with all of that yet).
Robs tries to be like all of us. Sometimes a little to much.
Notice these sweet stubby little fingers.
The ones that are colored green and lavender.
I asked him about how he got his nails painted.
"I ask Grace to give me Shrek nails."
Oh. That makes sense.
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