I realize that the decision between backhoe or garbage might not seem as important as say bailing out the banking industry but it was the most important decision I made today. Costco has already rolled out the Christmas toys and of course, right when we walk in is the glorious monument to all things blue collar. Backhoes, garbage trucks, helicopters, ambulances and even a cherry picker were lined up to the ceiling. So, C thought and thought and settled on the backhoe. On a side note, isn't it funny how all little boys give super hero status to a construction worker but most parents would rather them immortalize lawyers and doctors? Me, I would be happy if C went into construction or made something beautiful with his hands and mind. Maybe not a garbage man, or as my mom used to say a ditch digger.
C waited and waited while I shopped and when we finally got home he played with the thing for an hour straight. I thought to myself, ahh how sweet he is playing with his backhoe so nicely.
Silly Sarah.
After about thirty minutes of playing he brings it to me and declares - lets take it back to the store and get the dump truck. Fast forward about and 2 hours of whining and screaming instead of napping. Finally at around 3 p.m. I gave up and let him get up from bed. He had a snack and is just fine. I hate the terrible twos.
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Welcome to the blogosphere! ;o)
I took a break for the summer but haven't started again. Guess I need to post something. :oP
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