So i have recently been torturing my baby, yes it's true terrible mom i am. i had to go to the dr about a week and a half ago, perhaps it's that it was the same office where jamie was tortured for 2 months of his babyhood, but he hated it he kept grabbing my purse clutching it to himself running toward the door saying GO GO GO GO OUT OUT.
then 3 nights ago we were at the fire station for dinner, the outside door for the garage was shut, and to make matters even more unbearable, the fire trucks, and the tanks on wheels, not sure what they are actually called (jamie just loves them because he can spin the wheels all by himself) were out side. so he once again grabbed my purse and headed for the door. this time however he was much more upset, screaming HEP HEP HEP OUT CUCK CUCK OOM OOM OOM PEZE OM HEP OUT GO GO OUT HEP (a rough translation help help help out stuck stuck open open open please open help out go go out help) all on the verge of tears poor little baby, it took be about 30 seconds to give up trying to distract him and oom the door for him. he then clapped for me and said his version of good girl which i can't figure out the spelling for
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I should have mentioned earlier that I think this is hilarious.
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