Ummm... so, we have decided to put Arley up for sale. If anyone would like a really grouchy two year old, make an offer. He likes to scream and throw things (but not balls), and he likes to pretend punch (he's too scared to actually hit us). He LOVES trains, but he also likes to holler about them, particularly on waking up when he can't find them in his bed. He refuses all food unless it is a jam sandwich, cereal, yoghurt, an orange or a cookie. He hates to sit down in the bath, and don't even try to brush his teeth. He hates getting his nappy changed, and don't dare to take his hat off when he is wearing one (as long as the hat has ears, any other hat, he won't let it touch his head). He does love to give cuddles, and he knows his ABC's. We won't take anything lower than $7, but we'd be happy to trade for a kitten. Anyone?
Carmie is a treasure. We'll keep her.
Riding bikes at the farm.
Arley and his Dida.
Before school this morning:
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