I'm glad I've worked in the jails

So I'm familiar with how people can 'work' the system. Leo is fully seeming like a 2 year old. Just 10 minutes ago I put him down for his nap and he was sort of fake crying and when I stuck my head in the door he held up his bottle--which was half full--and said "gone!". I told him it wasn't gone and he said "No...gone". He was trying to get me to come into the room. AND IT WORKED. Next time I go in he'll probably be like "I'm not even supposed to be in this crib. I'm telling you, there's been a mistake."

Jeff called this morning and when I heard his voice I almost burst out in tears. I did literally 'well up" at the sound of his manly fishing man voice. They have had good days out fishing. The season is officially a good one. THANK GOD because I've been spending so much money on Leo shite. I bought him a sand box last night on line that will probably end up being a rat box or neighborhood kitty litter. I bought him to reward him for starting the worst tantrum phase yet. If he doesn't get his way he collapses. Like the children I use to judge in Target do. I had to carry him SCREAMING AND ARCHING his back across a half mile of beach to the car because he didn't want to leave the beach. It was the longest mile. Half mile. On hot sand. I didn't want to stop and put on my shoes because he was screaming and I knew if I stopped he'd run back to the water.

That was the low point of the day--the highlight was that we were going to go the farmers market which I was kind of dreading because it's so fricken crowded and such a 'scene'. But we parked the car and as soon as the ocean breeze hit us I changed plans and headed towards the water....and we scored by setting up our stuff next to 8 year twins who were with their grandma who takes them to the ocean every weekend and they LOVED Leo. They played with him the entire time. He loved it. One of the little boys was named Jeff. I told him "that's my husbands name" and I then I stared at him the whole time with tears in my eyes. Just kidding.

It's nap time so I have to re-pave the driveway and do laundry and write a book before 4.