Remember this?
Ah yes, the good old days of my laundry being thrown down the stairs. It’s been awhile since I’ve had to deal with this frustration. Not sure what I finally did or said that got through to CamCam, but he hasn’t done this in quite some time. Probably it’s nothing I said or did, probably he just got tired of it.
Then today I walk by my stairs and see this:
Relapse? Backtracking? Is it time to retrain?
Nope, it’s not who you think. Here’s the guilty party:
There’s a new tornado in our home, and he’s growing by the day. I’m this close to being able to breath a little, CamCam has definitely grown up a bit- I’m almost there- I can see the finish line. But my kids like to keep me on my toes so “The Baby”, who I may have to start calling “Little Hurricane”, is stepping up his game.
Take that mama!
