He is also exactly 560 days old.
I have kissed him approximately 11,200 times.
I have told him I love him approximately 8,417 times.
I have sung him approximately 3,352 lullabies.
I, on the other hand, am 11104 days old.
After his nap, we came to the office to work with my Mom. Before leaving the house he spotted his cowboy boots - size 7 (in case you wonder, he wears size 4) - which Mom and I bought at a yard sale. "boots, Momma... Momma? Momma? Momma? Boots! Boots! Boots! MOMMAAAAAAA, BOOTS!", he said until I finally let him wear them... over the top of his Robeez, mind you, because otherwise he would fall on his face every other step.
Fashion over comfort, I always say. Only, of course I never say that because I would live in my scrubs if I didn't have to leave the house.
Nevertheless, I allowed him to prance proudly into my Dad's office to show off his big boy cowboy boots. He beamed and danced his way up and down the hall... such a sight! I wish I had the camera handy to capture it.
So, keeping up with the whole being honest thing lately and since this is my blog and I can say what I want, I feel I'm allowed to say the following... I'm having trouble with Manny playing that awful game on the computer again. He had done much better for about a month (but I give partial credit to the power outage for that). He spends so many hours on there every week - he really does that more than any other single activity outside of work. I am not exaggerating when I say the two of us spend an average of 20 minutes together per day. And that's not because we don't have more time, it's because he prioritizes WOW above all else. I have tried all my vices as a wife: putting the foot down (but in order for that to work your husband has to care if your foot is down.), ultimatums, bargaining, guilt, threats, anger, praying, crying, and crying some more. But so far nothing has gotten through to him. What can I do? My next move will be destroying the computer all together. (I am not kidding.) Desperate times... so, if you don't hear from me again you'll know it's either because I threw the p.c. into the lake or he killed me because of it. Either way, I'm in a better place. ha ha.
And that's all I can say for today.