Okay what I originally thought was gonna be a good day turned into a bad midmorning. My mom and Isabel came over for a bit to play with James. James was already being a grump (getting up at 5:30 and it was around 9) so mom tried to distract James while Isabel water colored. Not long after Isabel started to show signs of being tired (she had gotten up earlier than normally) so mom packed up and she and Isabel left while James was screaming cause he didn't want them to go. I got the room dark for his nap and started to rock him. That didn't work he cried harder so I laid him down without a cup cause yesterday he wouldn't drink his cup for a nap. He screamed/cried for about 30 minutes before it got quiet. I had walked in at some point to give him his cup thinking he would drink from it. He woke up not even an hour later wanting to get out. I was expecting for him to scream or cry, but neither of those things happened. He was smiling and in a good mood. His cup still full of milk.
One thing he loves to do is chase the vacuum when I vacuum. So I turned it on and handed him the hose and attachments thinking it was time to teach him to vacuum. All he did was put the end of the attachment in his hand and feel the suction. I took it out of his hand and placed his right hand onto the handle and started "sweeping" the floor like he normally does. He didn't care about that he wanted to feel the suction again.I took off the attachments and handed it to him so I could put the hose back on the vacuum. James looked at the attachments and then at the vacuum and started "vacuuming" the floor. Practically running while pushing the attachments to "suck" up dirt. He came back to me every few seconds to see how far I got.
Can't wait until breaking him of the bottle is finished.
Finished at 12:12 pm (stupid time stamp is off)
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