Actually, this sort of thing is so common at my house, I don't even notice anymore. It was the night my parents got here, so they were a little caught off guard. He still likes guns and baseballs, ya'll, he still likes to punch his brother in the face and pee on the side of the house. He just wants to be like a character in his favorite movie. And again, what fun is it to dress up like Flynn Rider?
This next one, I don't have AS many excuses for.
Looks pretty innocent, he's just playing with his little sister. Until his mama sells him out and tells you that he went into his bedroom and got his baby doll to SHARE with his little sister. It's not exactly his baby doll, I BOUGHT it for Ava. But when you squeeze it, it says MA-MA and he just LOVES it! It's crazy. He's usually pretty appropriate with it, holding it like a baby and talking sweetly to it, but he also spends a good bit of time slamming its head on the tile, throwing it over his shoulders, and cramming it- CRAMMING it, not gently placing it- into his sister's big pink stroller.
Wait, that last one isn't that great of a defense. Scratch that.
And this last one is just sweet toddler fun, not a gender identity crisis in the making.
And yes, I just sort of leave the bathtub laying around the house. These houses are really big, with lots of dead space. And I'm pretty lazy, so whatareyagonnado, you know? I stick it on the floor in a corner when I'm done with her bath, instead of putting it away. Welcome to my life.
And speaking of that sweet fat girl, let's just have a quick picture of my little Junebug.
|Yes, I know she looks like an alien. She's having an awkward phase. She'll grow out of it.|