Like Steele's little voice when I got him up from his nap just now. He takes his naps down in one of the basement beds since he seems to sleep longer there. He rarely comes up on his own - he usually yells from downstairs until I go get him.
Steele (as cheerful and matter-of-fact as could be): I was crying Maaaamaaaa! I have to go pee pees in the toy-wet!
And then I went pee pees in my pants.
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LOL - I love lil boys!
Cutzi! Did I know you had this blog? I think not! I was browsing through some of my faves and linked here through Trev & Kristen. I'll have to check in from time to time. (By the way, I'm simply *shocked* that you didn't mention your international Ski-to-Sea Parade driver. ;-D)
Oh, and re this particular post, I wish I wouldn't forget these things, either. Yet some how, I do...The realities of life pushing on. Sigh.
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