This morning was a complete and utter mess. I left the house seemingly on time only to get a call from my husband half-way to work telling me that I needed to turn around because I left Dylan's carseat base in my car by mistake. I had no choice but to go back which wouldn't have been that' bad but I took the toll road this morning and ended up having to pay the $9.75 in tolling back and forth. Ridiculous! Thank god for Dylan because it doesn't matter how irritated and annoyed I become, seeing Dylan's wide grin instantly calms me down and makes me happy.
Yesterday I was enjoying our time after work together when he began his "dada" tirade. Dada is evidently his favorite thing to say because he doesn't stop. Our conversations go something like this:
"Who do you love?"
"Who takes care of you?"
"Who needs to change your diaper?"
I think I've found a way to live with this rampant talk of DADA.