1st We brought out the Bumbo for Ty! And he is happy! He loves to see what everyone is doing so it worked out well.



"Ohhh I love it Mommy! My bed is blue like the sea! Thank you Mommy, Thank you!"
The things I do to make this child happy!
The things I do to make this child happy!



While Easton was taking his nap I was making brownies. By the time he woke up I was taking them out of the oven. He came out of the room talking about everything under the sun (like I mentioned in the last post this boy likes to talk) so I wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying. Then I heard him say, "Mmmm I like this Mommy! This is good! I like it!" I look over at him to see what he is doing and he had grabbed the chocolate spoon from the mixing bowl that I used (which was in the sink) and was eating the chocolate off of the spoon and dipping it in for more!



And one more story about Easton. Last night he got into trouble right before bed. So I was trying to make him happy before he went to sleep. I asked him if he wanted to sing some songs. He said yes. So I started singing, but he was just watching me. I said, "Aren't you going to help me sing?" and he said in such an exasperated voice, "I just can't Mommy. I am too sad."
Awww the poor thing...
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