Daddy day care

Our daycare sends home an email with pics every day of what the boys have been doing. With me having to take a sick day to look after one miserably sick kid and one happy one I thought I'd keep track of the day to send to The Wife.

 

The day started out with dad giving Raylan cuddles and Curtis watching play school because daddy needed to do some work. 

During Raylans first sleep Curtis and daddy went outside and picked some mulberries before Curtis did a poo. Fascinating stuff. We also saw a butterfly. 

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Raylan then woke up and we had some cereal. Curtis had some cake. 

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Curtis was a bit sad and needed Wiggles to cheer up. Turns out that three episodes of the Wiggles is the right amount to raise the flagging spirits of a 2 year old. Maybe I can get a grant and study it further. Tracey then came to clean so we all went upstairs to play marble run. Daddy had his third coffee. 

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Raylan went back to sleep so Daddy and Curtis had some lunch. Curtis announced that his belly was full as soon as he sat down. Daddy brought out the FBI negotiating textbooks to get Curtis to eat two pieces of pork and one mouthful of mashed potato before sleepy time. We then read some stories and nodded off. I don't know what Curtis did. Raylan kept sleeping. 

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Once Raylan woke up we had a feed then watched some NBA while Raylan got a massage. We had a brief discussion on "winning" and who was "winning" more at that point. We decided that because none of the NBA games were that good today, Raylan probably had the edge. 

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Raylan then enjoyed some time in the PlayStation while Daddy did email. 

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After a disappointingly short sleep Curtis and Daddy made a fruit smoothie. 

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Then Grandma and Poppa turned up so all the rest of the day's plans went out the window. 

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