During supper tonight Rach instant messaged me giving me grief about not blogging on this blog this week. Let me make clear right now that this is probably going to be a once a week blog!
So anyway, I was doing dishes after supper and thinking that the reason that I hadn't blogged this week is because I've been busy catching up from not really working too much on Etsy orders last week while I was getting ready for Tate's party. All of a sudden Tate was calling from upstairs that he needed help, which was odd since he was in the bathroom and he doesn't usually say he needs help in there anymore... but after walking in and bursting out in laughter Eric told me I better come with the camera. This is what we found...At first we all thought it was funny...until we tried to take it off......and realized that it was rather serious...
...and then it was NOT funny to Tate anymore, but I must admit that made Eric and me laugh harder, which in turn made Tate even more mad! Bad mom, I know...but hey...at least I didn't SHOW that his pants were around his ankles in these pictures!!After unscrewing the hard ring I did eventually get the potty training ring off of his head. Needless to say he will NOT try that again. He is laughing a little bit about it now.
Rachel, ask for a new blog entry and Tate will give us something to blog about. :)
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