Just got back from the park watching John play in a turkey bowl for his company. We missed the game they actually won and only saw the game where they got postitively spanked. I only know this of course because John told me they got spanked. I can't follow football unless there are lines on the field, instant replay in slo-mo and a scoreboard, and even then it's iffy.
We left early because Alex was pitching a monumental fit. If there's anything that kid hates it's being cold. I bundled him up in several layers and then wrapped him in two blankets and John's extra sweatshirt, put TWO hats on him and a pair of gloves and installed him in a stroller where he was happy for exactly 5.2 seconds before he wanted to get out and run around. So I unwrap him and let him loose, he runs around for about 2 minutes then decides it's way too cold and wants to be held. I pick him up, wrap him in blankets again, but this was entirely unacceptable to him. I put him down again where he proceeded to pick up every piece of trash he could find and put it in his mouth. After taking away yet another empty coffee cup, I decided to put him back in the stroller which he just would not have. He thrashed around screaming and crying like he was in some kind of torture chamber. I finally decided to bag it and come home.
Being a little butt head apparently wears a little guy out because by the time we got home he was passed out in his carseat and didn't even bat an eye when I put him in his crib.
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