This weekend, Tom really began playing with all of his new toys.
Apparently it took him about a week of studying them to decide what he would like to do with them.
What would he like to do with them, you ask?
Beat his mom with them.
No really, I have bruises.
Although one of the bruises is Huck’s fault.
Also because he was playing with his new toy and got a little overzealous.
Next Christmas I’m asking for protective gear.
And now for a real love story.
On Thursday, I met my sister at Ikea.
While there, Tom grabbed a huge stuffed elephant out of a bin and wouldn’t let it go.
Other customers thought I was just pushing around a stuffed elephant in a stroller, because it completely covered Tom.
So even though we had just had Christmas, I bought Tom the elephant.
In my defense, the elephant is officially from his great-grandmother Gigi who sent us money to buy him a gift!
(Kate Fact #327: I can rationalize anything.)
I even made up a song about the elephant — which Tom thinks is great.
In the opinion of children who are too young to understand words, I am a great songwriter.
“He’s big and gray! He likes to play!”
In closing, Tom loves it.
I mean L-O-V-E-S LOVES it.