I called the pediatrician’s office this morning to see if they could take CootieBoy, and made a 4 p.m. appointment. I then called Blondie Boss to tell her I’d be in a bit late and would be leaving early, and she urged me to stay home with CootieBoy instead.
Part of me wanted to go in to work if only because it’s ANOTHER vacation day down the tubes. But the other part of me thought, “Why not? Mr. BIL is out, and Blondie Boss is giving me guilt-free permission to stay home.”
So we’re staying home. CootieBoy refuses to let me take off his shirt (no surprise there), and barely let me change his diaper this morning. It’s gonna be a fun day, I can tell.
He then asked for a peanut butter sandwich for breakkies, which I made for him. He ate ALL of it in about two minutes. He is now watching Blue’s Clues on tv while playing with some toys.
