Mean mommy

This is what I get for letting William play in the garage for 20 minutes. It was a hot August day - hence the sweaty mess I had on my hands. I decided to suck up my pregnancy discomfort and let him climb in the bike trailer...then out...then in...then out. Play with his helmet. Play with Mikey's helmet. Put a ball in the bike trailer. And so on. After awhile, I figured it was in the best interest of both of us to go inside, get some water, and cool off. He rewarded my kindness with a crying fit of epic proportions. I have to say, it was pretty funny because it was so dramatic.