We finally bought our little guy his OWN toothbrush - so he can stop pretending to use mine (and, occasionally, carefully placing my husband's on the dirtiest section of the bathroom floor).
|Johnny clearly doesn't think I'm using enough toothpaste.|
This is what happens when my husband is in charge of filling out childcare paperwork.
Q: What would you like us to know about your child?
A: He's a cool little dude.
Said husband had his last official day of school, ending with a 4.0 GPA and a job he already started!
What does no more night school for him mean for me? Among other things, delicious grilled dinners together again after a long nine months!
What does it mean for our family? All three of us TOGETHER after work! No more evenings spent missing Dad!
I've only ever received performance awards at my job, but this one meant more to me than all of them combined.
Whenever our dog comes around, Johnny imitates his panting ("huh, huh, huh"). Now, when he turns to the animals page in his flap-book, he pants at the dog picture. It's amazing to watch him put things together in his growing little mind!
|Bonus: He spent the day with his dad at the pool - hence the chlorine-enhanced hairstyle and shirtless attire.|
Finally got some cleaning and organizing done around the house. It's amazing how difficult this becomes when your 1 year-old would love to help by taking everything out and leaving it scattered around the floor for you to trip over.
Want to feel happier? It's never too late to join the challenge! If you don't believe it, check out my #100happydays and prove that if this busy working mom with a dog, a cat, a husband and a 1 year-old can do it, you can too!*
*Seriously, though, why did we get a puppy when I was 8 months pregnant? Feel free to question my logic there...