Spoiler alert: this post contains our Christmas card photos. So if you’re one of the people who usually gets one in the mail from us (around Valentine’s Day or sometime after the socially appropriate Christmas Card date has passed), then skip over this post if you want to be surprised by what you get. If not and you want to see the Hunter House in all of its toddler tantrum-ing glory, press on!
Me: Saurus, go with Dad and take your truck to the backyard.
Me, to Saurus: Smile!
Me, to myself: I’m totally winning “card of the year”. These are going to be awesome.
Me: No, Saurus…don’t get mad – just one smile is all we need. Hang in there for 5 seconds – no, wait! Stop, Saurus!
The talent has left the vehicle
Me: Okay, we can take a little break to pet the dogs.
Me: Saurus! Where is your left shoe?!
The pretty neighbor girl rides her bike down the street
Saurus: oh, hey girl!
Saurus, to Ranger: Arf! Arf!
Me: Ranger! MOVE! YOU’RE RUINING EVERYTHING!
Me: No, not you, Saurus. You’re doing great! Stay where you are!
Me: Saurus! WHERE IS YOUR SHOE?!
Saurus: I’m out.
Me: SAURUS! NO!
Me: HOW IS YOUR FACE SO DIRTY?! IT’S BEEN 90 SECONDS AND YOU’VE ONLY BEEN SITTING YOUR TRUCK!
Neighbor girl rides past again
Saurus: hey, girl, hey
Saurus: Wanna go for a ride?
Saurus: Soft yes on Thursday?
Saurus: She’ll be super impressed if she sees me working. Better check my tie-downs and look real manly.
Saurus: Door. Right. Girls love when you work the doors for them.
Me: Saurus, you’re doing great! You can move, honey – it’s just Ranger who has to stay
Saurus: Uhoh. I’m unhappy.
Saurus: I’m VERY unhappy. I’d like to make a scene about how unhappy I am.
With love, the Hunters.