Whoever Let the Dogs Out is in Trouble

Every morning now we have to take a picture on the windowsill.  Now that Darby has morning swim lessons, Dalton is rockin' it solo. He will not let it go. These are from Mon. and Tues.

As a kind of let-down from this weekend, Dalton was sick Monday.  I took him to school while Darby had her morning swim lesson (my mom took her), but we were only there a few minutes before I realized we weren't staying. Surprisingly, you would never be able to tell from this adorable picture that we were 10 minutes from going home sick. If I was a Dance Mom, he would be my greatest accomplishment. 

So Monday, Dalton came home after his swim lesson, with my Mom, and when he saw Darby and I outside w/ the bikes he was fine for a few minutes and then he lost his sh*t. The garbage truck again. Not that it was within even a week of coming around. It wasn't even just the bikes. We had to take in the water bottles and my phone and the sunscreen and the bug spray.  Apparently the garbage men live in a Mad Max post-apocalyptic world.

Once I calmed him down a bit I took him out and showed him the spot on the ground that was the magic spot the garbage men would pick up from (manhole cover).  Apparently now I need to make sure that if we put out big trash, it needs to sit on only that spot.  It seemed to calm him a bit, but we'll see. I was just thankful there was a clear spot I could point to.

Their latest favorite song is "Who Let the Dogs Out".  I am unclear who dredged up 2000, but I will find them and I will kill them. This was our pre-bedtime jam session. It ended up being a lesson in videography for Darby.