Thank the (Dyl) pickle for making me look like a battered wife.
Dylan has moved up in his Toddler Fight Club and has begun trying to recruit mom like all his little friends.
It was quite painful to get headbutted on my cheekbone/eyesocket while on the phone-I actually put it down held in my bad words and sent him away.
Yeah, I love my 2 yr. old, too!
In addition to my facial bruise I also have a nice welt on my left side near my rib cage from his stepping on me while trying to take a nap.
Dylan is relentless in his quest; I hope I can make it to the end of this week without succumbing to his forceful charms.
