While Jody napped and Alec was spoiled rotten by Grandma and Gram, Tom and I managed to paint the entryway and living room in loverly bungalow colors. We hadn't painted when we moved in, and the entire house had been industrial-sprayed in a putrid peach color with random spackle for visual interest. We're really pleased with how it turned out. But we were without our monkey boy from 8 a.m. till 10 p.m. Saturday and Sunday, plus several hours on Friday and Monday. We missed him a lot, but he was having the time of his life. Grandma lets him do whatever he wants (hours of dino movie; dinos eating Play-Doh, dinos eating My Little Pony...) and nothing he doesn't (wash hair, stop playing dinos to eat). Whenever we'd go to see him he'd cling to Grandma and say, "No want!" Thanks a lot, buddy. I'll post pix of the paint job when we get stuff moved back into place.
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Rhiannon likes to break my heart by telling me not to push the shopping cart. She then tells the other person shopping with us, "Do it!" A couple of times it's been my mom, who naturally assumes it means Rhiannon would rather live with her.
They popped in the other day (from an hour away) and my mom nagged that my house was too cold (it probably was 68 degrees) and it was making Rhiannon sick (she's teething and has a bit of a runny nose - or "raining" nose as she puts it). Sigh...
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