Last Saturday Mike left us for a 9-day trip out west.
And I'm not going to sugar coat this: the last 3 days with Will have not been easy. He's been throwing some epic tantrums. For example, I took him to a local water park today and, after paying 10 bucks to get in, Will spent the entire time screaming because I wouldn't let him go down the big (as in for older kids and adults) water slides. We left after 20 minutes. And somehow managed to lose his sandles...? To make matters worse, my bottle of tequila fell on the kitchen floor and broke. Sigh.
But let's talk about yesterday. Because yesterday was pretty fun. When some thunderstorms came rolling through in the early afternoon, I decided to take Will to Ikea. We were there for 3 hours.
I'm pretty sure Will thinks Ikea is more fun than a playground. Or, at least, more fun than a waterpark.
Must. Try. Every. Potty.
Will harbors not-so-secret dreams of owning his very own kitchen set. Take note, Santa.
He was having such a good time, he ran up to some random lady and started hugging her leg. And when he wasn't assaulting the other customers, he was climbing into this cabinet - and very carefully trying to close the door from the inside.
Our Ikea adventure came to an end with some play time on the slide. Will has a very unique way of going down the slide.
It's sort of a wonder that he likes slides as much as he does. You know, since he kind of misses out on the best part (which would be the actual sliding).
We still have many days before Mike returns. I wonder how many Ikea trips we can fit in between now and then.