Top left: Crying fit, face down, banging feet and all. Because he wanted to play with the very same train tracks (wooden) he insisted I pack up earlier in the day and oh yeah, I turned on the wrong Thomas episode. No, I do not want to watch this new one I maybe haven’t seen yet, Mommy, how dare you.
Bottom left: Hiding because he was upset I was taking a picture of his ridiculous fit on the floor.
Top right: Oh, wait, maybe I do want to see this Thomas episode.
Bottom right: Yes, this is interesting, I haven’t seen this one before, yes, I think I’ll sit here for a bit and quietly watch this while Mommy packs.
In all reality T has actually been pretty good about the packing. He’s been insisting I pack up his trains for days and I finally got so frustrated that I put the lid on the container and taped it up. I knew better. He’s been trying to be helpful, though occasionally in his desire to be helpful he is actually un-helpful; but in a very cute way.
In other news, I feel as though I’m slowly loosing my mind. Will we get it all done in time? Of course! Will we be sane when it’s done? Probably not until we’ve arrived in Summerville and returned the rental trailer.
Team Thiessen 