Siegfried is a Piece. Of. Work. Such an intense little thing. We’re not overachievers around here so our list of daily activities isn’t elaborate. But somehow, every activity in our house is packed with riveting emotion. And since he can’t write (How do you even sound things out when you substitute an “L” for half the consonants you use??) I thought I’d document a few of today’s activities for him. In case he wonders what he was doing back in good ‘ole 2012. First there was the morning excitement.
I was standing there watching him. If it would have been genuine, I would have intervened. But it seemed more like an “activity”.
They are either having a blast or Seigfried is screaming like a girl while Simon rubs his face in the grass. One or the other. Sometimes its hard to tell which is going on.
Boy likes to chill out on the sidelines. That’s more his style.
Although he always finds a way to interfere.
And then the rest of the day vacillated between variations of these two sentiments.