The Charming Tyrants: Boxes

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Boxes

One of HT's favorite toys has always been a box.

At 3 1/2 years old, nothings changed.

2 comments:

Jared said...: Nothin better that a good box :D; May 7, 2010 at 9:16 AM
Anonymous said...: Love these photos! He's a doll.
-FringeGirl; May 10, 2010 at 2:07 PM

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You know you're a parent when . . .

doing one or more loads of laundry has become a daily event rather than weekly one.
you hear the phrase "no fair" at least a dozen or more times in any given day.
you've spent countless hours trying to convince your toddler that his older brother's crayons and play dough are NOT one of the four food groups.
your sofa has become a trampoline.
finishing a sentence, let alone a conversation, is a luxury.
every "no" becomes a tragedy worthy of a Shakespearean drama.
you catch yourself eating the leftovers off of your kids plate, not because you are hungry but because you can't stand to have it go to waste.
the last book you were able to finish was written by Dr Suess.
it feels like you are constantly picking bits of play dough out of the carpet.
your child needs to spit something out and you instantly offer your hand for them to spit it into. - Hunca Munca
sleeping in means not getting up before 6:30 am on a Saturday.
you wonder if wearing vomit is in style. - Fringe Girl
the only thing you can find to write with is a crayon. - Fringe Girl
you find yourself watching Dora . . even when you're alone. - Fringe Girl
you catch yourself humming the theme song to "Thomas and Friends".
you find worms in your sons pockets while doing the laundry.
you struggle to answer questions like . . "Mama, what do poop actually do?"
you've sat on the toilet while holding a screaming infant.