I get it...

I picked him up at 3:30. 

Between 3:30 and 8:15 we: 

-played outside

-went on a run

-ate at McDonald's for my school's fundraiser night

-fixed his tracks for his train

-took baths

- read books

-played, and played, and played....

We had a good time, I'm feeling like THE.COOLEST.MOM.EVER..

AND THEN at 8:15 (15 minutes before bedtime)

Daddy comes home and I'm pushed a side.  Because while Sam may think I'm the coolest mom ever...Sam's Daddy...he ropes the moon!!!  it doesn't hurt that he plays the coolest soccer games in the world.  So for the past 5 and half hours I've been the mom to feed, bath, and nurture...and in a measle 15 minutes my title of the coolest parent in the world is stripped from me!!!  Its ok Sam....I get it...your're a Daddy's boy!  And this momma wouldn't have it any other way

 

Have I mentioned that I LOVE that Chis layed his parents old carpet and fixed up the basement..its the perfect place for all the "boy's games" that occur there!!  The Dowdy's have their own version of a Man's Den!!!  and please excuse the little man's undies...he likes to sleep in what he calls his "skibbies"!  What's a mom to do!