Oliver made it to the top of the playground playset yesterday all by himself. I tried to coax into coming down the slide, but he kept climbing up to the fireman’s pole. I grabbed him before he made it to the tippy top.
We are almost through Holy Week and I am wondering how I am going to ever get this place looking presentable again. No wonder I have fantasies of finding a small apartment for the Abuelos nearby. Just think if I had one hour alone in my home. I could conquer the world. Or at least get my oil changed in a timely manner.