Busybee Thursday on a Friday

Oh goodness. I had been told that the height of stranger anxiety/separation anxiety was around fifteen, then eighteen months. I am waiting for it to finally subside at least so my hair will stop going gray. I don’t think my little cupcake realizes I can only get it colored every six weeks. Why am I lamenting on this anxiety?

We planned a nice trip to the park with a friend of mine and her daughter. Upon our arrival my son immediately lost it, refused to go on the swings, the slide, and pretty much had a complete melt down. Then it started to rain. We decided to leave and have our picnic back out our house. It took almost the entire time of our play date to get my little cupcake to realize A) I was not leaving to go to work and B) that was actually okay to actually have a good time.

We finally had a moment of “happiness” outside after lunch and we couldn’t resist snapping a few pictures. I am imagining showing these at their high school graduation one day!

This is what happens when you try to get an eighteen month old and a twenty month old to stand together!

Still not sure of each other.

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