the misseldines

I fell asleep at 8:00 this morning while nursing Phoebe. I guess I must be tired. I woke up to Logan in a fit. Crying and bumbling about how the lawnmower had chewed up Toby and Thomas.

Long story short... the guy who mows our lawn was outside doing his job. Logan couldn't find his most prized trains, Toby & Thomas. He assumed they had been left outside. THEN he went outside and unleashed his crying rage out on the poor lawn guy who had kindly stopped the lawnmower to see what Logan wanted.

After Logan unleashed on the guy, he came back inside still crying. I asked if he had looked inside for his trains and proceeded to move a pillow and *wa-la!* There they sat on the carpet, safe and un-chewed.

I made him go back outside to apologize, but now the lawnmower guy is scared of Logan's fury and won't talk to him.

Oh boy. I am going to have my hands full with this kid as he gets older.