Yep, it's like one big bathtub drain.
Sure, he's content with beef jerky for now... Turkey!
We then wasted the rest of our day at the Vacaville Outlets (I think Rudy has this evil plan to make me walk more and get Devin here sooner). The boys got some new shoes, whether they needed them or not. I got NOTHING! It's usually that way. I HATE shopping, and with family in tow, it's worse. After a few hours there, the drive home was horrid. Dominic was content with his new Etch-a-Sketch that we got him at the toy store, while Donovan drove us batty the ENTIRE ride home. He does not stop talking (mostly asking questions) and is not satisfied with the answer given to him. So after coming down from his Jelly Belly sugar high, all we heard from him was:
- Mom, we go to the park?
- Mom, we go to church?
- Mom, I don't wanna go home!
- Mom, we go to Sharon's? (daycare)
Once we got home, Donovan was dissatisfied with the location of course, and began with:
Tantrum #1: Refusing to get out of the car, I had to pull him out myself, and that led to a meltdown.
Tantrum #2: Refusal to take a bath; to make a decision to have bubbles in it or not; and refusal to get undressed for it!
We immediately got into our bedtime routine, finished his 3 books (yikes!) and he FINALLY settled down to sleep.
I'm hoping my morning wake-up call is not Donovan, like it was this morning. I'd rather wake him up!