Pinching myself has not been needed the past few days, especially last night. My son decided it was a grand idea to poopy in the bathtub. Twice.
This morning he lost it when Boyfriend left for work. He usually tells his daddy to go to "yurk" and points to the door because The Wiggles are way more interesting that goodbye kisses.
This afternoon he refused to leave the gym. He wasn't even phased that I walked out the front door towards our car waving, "Bye-bye." I had to carry him out sideways on my hip because my preggie belly is too big to carry him in both arms.
Love, love, looooooove the grandparents. Hate, hate, hate the damage control.
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