Ok, maybe it's not a heat wave yet but its like 90-something degrees and way too hot for my comfort! On days like this, we usually get outside early in the morning, like right after breakfast or so. It's normally in the 70s or low 80s at that time, which is much more bearable for me and little Luke.
Anthony however, would live outside in a box if he could. I can't even SAY the word outside, because he gets fixated on it and I hear nothing but "siiiiide, siiiide" all day long. And when we come in from outside, it is always an ordeal no matter how long we have spent out there. It makes me crazy. Its like all day he thinks of ways to get out. He has tried sneaking out, hiding in the foyer thing (well, what do you call the space between our door and the front door?), and then just bolting when the door opens.
In fact, he is currently trying a new tactic. First of all, let me say that we went outside this morning and had a lovely time playing for a long while. In the afternoon we went on a short walk to the post office. (Thank goodness it was short, it is HOT.) Anthony now thinks that if he puts his shoes on, we automatically have to go outside. So he puts one shoe on, looks at me, and when he realizes that I'm not following suit by putting mine on, he flips out and stomps around until his shoe comes off. Then he gets even MORE upset and then tries to put it on again. Driving me insane in the process.
So I've hidden all the shoes.
;)
Anthony however, would live outside in a box if he could. I can't even SAY the word outside, because he gets fixated on it and I hear nothing but "siiiiide, siiiide" all day long. And when we come in from outside, it is always an ordeal no matter how long we have spent out there. It makes me crazy. Its like all day he thinks of ways to get out. He has tried sneaking out, hiding in the foyer thing (well, what do you call the space between our door and the front door?), and then just bolting when the door opens.
In fact, he is currently trying a new tactic. First of all, let me say that we went outside this morning and had a lovely time playing for a long while. In the afternoon we went on a short walk to the post office. (Thank goodness it was short, it is HOT.) Anthony now thinks that if he puts his shoes on, we automatically have to go outside. So he puts one shoe on, looks at me, and when he realizes that I'm not following suit by putting mine on, he flips out and stomps around until his shoe comes off. Then he gets even MORE upset and then tries to put it on again. Driving me insane in the process.
So I've hidden all the shoes.
;)
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