A few days ago Wesley spent at least 15 minutes stacking mini playdough containers on top of eachother like they were blocks. They would fall down and he would do it again. He even carried them with him, stacked, wherever he went.
Later in the day his favorite toy became the garbage can. It was empty so it was okay. There is a small bucket inside the can that comes out so he kept taking it out and putting it back in. Then he would put his doggy blanket inside the garbage can and say, "Doggy?" When I would ask where doggy was he would take doggy out and laugh like it was the funniest thing. He then started carrying the garbage can from place to place where he was.
Spending the weekend in the 1800's
1 day ago