Being a mom means you sacrifice for your children. You put your family first. You wake up at 6am and take your toddler to see a bunch of hot air balloons because you know he'll love it. Even though he wouldn't have known about it and therefore wouldn't have missed it if you had "slept" through your alarm.
This was Scotty's favorite: Tony the Tiger. Or, according the him, the "Grrr Ball."
Aren't I a great mom?
I'm glad I took him, because he LOVED it.
His newest thing is firetrucks, so I can't wait for the parade tomorrow! I have the feeling I'll get the play by play courtesy of toddlerese and sign language. Have you ever acknowledged ever firetruck or motorcycle in a parade?
(This is the sign for firefighter)
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