I had no idea that the dinosaur pajamas from a couple nights ago would totally replace the cowboy shirt. I thought maybe we could alternate them so that I could do a little less laundry. I was wrong. I found this out because J threw up again last night, all over the new PJs and I didn’t wash them. He wanted to wear them tonight and it was the end of the world when I wouldn’t let him. I even offered up the cowboy shirt and was shot down. That was a little underestimating. The Forgetful part is that I did put his blankets that he NEEDS for sleeping in the wash but forgot to put them in the dryer until after we got home from shopping at 9:30pm. So when I offered up other solutions he batted them out of my hand and kept inching towards the laundry area (for the PJs and the blankets.) I told him I would bring him his stuff when it was dry. He finally decided to take one of my old quilts, I billed it as one of mommy’s favorite blankets from when she was little. Then I went to check the laundry and lo and behold his stuff was dry, extreemly hot, but dry. So I rushed them in to him. The mood he was in he would have waited up until they were ready.
Happy thought: I got the boys to ham it up tonight with giant candy canes and santa hats for picture presents. (We usually get some done as a family but we have run out of time and energy.)