This morning, like many mornings lately, I had to wake Evan up so we could make it to the babysitter’s house on time. He wanted nothing to do with it…so he covered his head with his blanket and kept pulling the covers over his head when I would try and take them off. Amy and I actually joke about this all the time and we both feel like he is sometimes like a teenager when trying to get him out of bed. He will let you pull the covers off, try to pull them back up, and when you keep at it – he then will just try and get his feet covered up…anything to not have to be all the way uncovered. (I find myself doing this as well).
After I finally got him up and ready for the day – he tried to barter to be able to take his blanket in the car. This is not unusual either. He is a constant barterer in the morning “blanket in the car?” or “truck in the car?” – but this morning I put my foot down…and you can see what I got. I had a laugh to myself though because my parents have a picture of me doing the same exact thing, except I was not face down in a box of blocks, I was face down on my doll’s bed. Fun times for sure. (I took these pictures with my phone which seems to need to be cleaned – so please excuse the haziness.