Unlucky for me Charlie is into choosing his outfit and if I object he plays the tantrum card and refuses to go. Remember the kid "Frankenstein" on the movie Big Daddy? He always dressed all crazy and ate ketchup for dinner? That's Charlie these days. The ketchup part is even true.
The only way I could get him to come was to let him wear his garage sale cowboy boots (that are 4 sizes too big), with no socks, for our walk on a 75 degree day. No socks in used shoes grosses me out but Charlie could care less. If his hands are sticky he freaks out and wants them washed but putting his sweaty doggs where some other dirty kid has put his sweaty doggs doesn't bother him one bit. Why we even have cowboy boots that big is another story. I pretty much have an addiction to buying things we don't need just because they're cheap. It's therapeutic to talk about but I have no immediate plans to change my ways.
So after I got over my personal issues with his outfit we had a nice 30 minute walk around the neighborhood and ended at the park for some play time.
These are the baby swings at the school playground by our house by the way. Why an elementary school has swings for babies beats me. Probably just had some extra tax dollars to use up and instead of spending it on something the students actually needed they opted to please the free loading families in the neighborhood by purchasing some ridiculously fancy baby swings. Yay for us I guess?
Attempt at a self portrait.
Nailed it.
Got home and Matt was still in his office working away. I'm trying my hardest to leave him alone but I miss having an adult to talk to!9/8 update: I'm a huge idiot and should delete this post entirely. Turns out those swings aren't for babies, they're for handicap kids. Their existence makes so much more sense now. Thanks Tristi for setting me straight!
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