However, I came across this unfinished blog post from when he was James’ age and I think him going to the bathroom and back to his room to play is better than it was….
…Every morning someone is handing me my shoes, saying “Mommy shoe Mommy shoe?”. They are being handed to me in the bed. Gross, I don’t want my dirty shoes in the bed, but if you put them down on the floor the entire exercise starts all over. So I just lay there holding my shoes and not letting them touch anything, while someone confirms that I am trying to go “night night?”…
PS I have so many questions about this small snip-it of my life. Like, how did he get out of bed? I had to have gone to get him and then laid back down? Seriously, what was going on. James is this age and he would not for one second stand me laying down. He would scream at me from the side of the bed or insist on climbing up to lay on our heads.
Here are my sweet boys at Einstein’s where we like to go on the weekend mornings. Usually significantly more early that I would prefer to be anywhere.