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Wednesday, May 14, 2014

never trust a wayfarer-wearing hipster.

After an especially tantrum-filled morning, Henry earned the rare nap.

He didn't sleep. Like usual.

After 45 minutes of boisterous play plus some intermittent rage straight into the monitor, walkie-talkie-style, **YOU KNOW I DON'T NAP. OVER.**, I gave up.

I found him pantsless, diaperless, but nonetheless, bePolo-ed.

"Haaay, Momma!"

Hey bud! Where are your pants and diaper?

"Over there. Diaper just flew off!"

Posted by Type B Mom Stays at Home at 3:13 PM

2 comments:

  1. AmandaMay 14, 2014 at 3:25 PM

    ahhh Brandon is at that stage too. Rare for a nap, cranky and tantrums and can't keep his pants on. At least he's nice and puts the diapers in the diaper genie....

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  2. Type B Mom Stays at HomeMay 14, 2014 at 4:38 PM

    How courteous of him! I've heard people say that when they start taking off their diaper, it's time to potty train. Umm.. No thank you.

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