There used to be a day when I would get packages in the mail addressed to me and I would enjoy opening them. Now a days if a package arrives at our door no matter who they are addressed to the person they are addressed to 95% of the time does not get to enjoy the rush of opening the package. Why? Because #babybigtruck thinks that every package that shows up on our doorstep is hers.
Yesterday a package addressed to me showed up and this is what happened…
Clearly it is exhausting work to open and empty an anywhere chair from pottery barn kids from the box. When she was done she wanted to put the chair together but I told her she had to wait till daddy got home.
Legit as soon as daddy got home it was go time for him to be put to work. We finally got the hardware to hang the curtains in the nursery and Mike and #babybigtruck put together the anywhere chair.