Morning Coffee

A peek at our morning--

Following breakfast comes an attempt to get clothes on him. Four out of seven mornings he fights me while I'm just trying to get a shirt on. Then it must be the perfect shirt, which wasn't this shirt today (even though he wore one very similar in style yesterday without issue). Notice where his right hand is.

His Grandmother got him several shirts similar to this, but they have buttons on the back of the neck. He's done well wearing them a few times, until today. He tugged and tugged and fretted until I changed it. Distracting him didn't work today.

As you can see in the next picture, I had to change his shirt. Now he's happy in another shirt and is playing with the blinds in his room. His daddy won't let him do this, but it was making for some cute pictures, so I let him. For a minute.


And this is why Daddy won't let him touch the blinds . . .

he tears them up

so I made him quit;
which led to this

and this

and this

and finally this

until I distracted him with his phone and chair

until he spotted the camera and darted