I have been wanting to do my own version of Heather’s Post for awhile. I’m attempting to scrapbook (yeah, right), so I finally swapped my journaling into her format.
LOST: One baby boy.
18 months old, 22
pounds and 31 inches tall.
Answers to the name
of “Snug”, “P-Evan”, “Po-Ev”, “P-Nut” or “Sugar
It seems as if someone has misplaced their child and taken my baby my mistake. I could see how it happened, as they do look much alike, except your child seems more like a boy and hello, mine is a baby.
This new kid whines a lot and likes to dump out every toy bin within sight. He has an affinity for reading the same book over and over and over and over. He likes to push buttons on the TV and, in a matter-of-fact way, tell us when WE are “Ahh dun” watching it. He doesn’t seem to know how to sit still and his favorite pastime seems to be getting into everything that he’s not supposed to. He acts shy with strangers, and cries pathetically when he anticipates me leaving him behind with someone else. He is actually quite clingy, and has a radar for desperately wanting me to play with him at the most inopportune moments.
This new kid is growing molars and likes to throw his food on the floor. He has a love for (and a knack for finding) pens and scissors and other items that can gouge out eyeballs. He knows how to open the front door and has attempted to escape numerous times (can you believe we’ve had to put a chain on the door!?)
I suggest that you return my baby sooner rather than later before your kid overhears me saying, “You’re driving me CRAZY!” through clenched teeth to myself too many times. Because the amount of time that gets muttered under my breath, he’s going to start thinking “Driving Me Crazy” is his name.