Picking My Battles
The pediatrician at Tristan’s last appointment for shots told me to pick my battles. When he said that I laughed at him. My perfect angel fighting with me, NEVER.
Well tonight I had Tristan in his cute toy story pajamas. Some time this evening he decided he no longer wanted to wear the toy story top. So for twenty minutes he struggled to get his shirt off. I tried to help him and he didn’t want my help. So instead I took pictures. After he got the shirt off he went to a basket of clean clothes I had in the living room that I needed to pack away. On top of the basked was a Halloween shirt. He brought me this shirt and I never said a word. I guess he thought I would say no, so he started yelling at me and waving his arms. The only real thing I could understand was shirt. So I put the shirt on him. You figure all would be well. But NO I caught attitude until he went to bed.
So my teenager is currently sleeping in a non fire proof shirt. I figure he is ok for one night since he has two sprinklers in his bedroom, one of them is over his bed. No post is complete without pictures. Here is his final outfit. Also this week Tristan has broke two child locks. One on the lazy susan and one on the pantry door. UGH! The boy is strong and smart.
-Chrystal
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