So far I haven’t had many Caleb stories because usually the things I find funny are things the kids have said to me and…well…he don’t talk yet.
But in the last seven days he has pulled out all the drawers in the kitchen, whacking himself in the nose; tried to run away after taking a bath, giving himself a black eye; figured out how to climb on the dining room table and figured out how to push chairs from other rooms into the dining room so he could climb back on the table after I tried to stop him; and eaten half a serving of dog food. The dog took it very well.
He’s now standing at the front door with the handle halfway down yelling, “Bye-bye!” I should go before he figures out how to open it and runs away from home.
Monkey Baby
Life Is A Highway
So as anyone who’s known her more than three minutes can attest, Alexis loves cars. She watches NASCAR with Daddy on Sunday afternoons and yells at the TV. She loves the Disney Cars movie so much we’ve had to replace the DVD. And when Holli came to visit and called her a snuggle bunny like it said on her jammies, she insisted that she was a snuggle racecar.
She’s pretty much done potty training but as one final incentive, I figured I’d get her some Cars underwear to celebrate. After an inauspicious start (Note: When searching for appropriate underwear for three-year olds, do not enter “cars, girls and underwear” into your search engine. You have to be more specific) I found…nothing. I thought maybe since there are girl characters in the Cars movie, they’d make girls’ underwear. They do not. Her only option was Disney Princess underwear, which we both vehemently rejected.
When Timothy came home from school the other day, I pulled him aside to tell him that his sister had gotten new underwear. She was so excited, she was running around the house waving them over her head. And whatever he secretly thought about her underwear, he was NOT to make fun of her. So when she ran into the kitchen waving her boys’ briefs and yelling, “I got new underwear!!! Woo-hoo!!” her brother made me quite proud by complimenting them.
She also wears them backward so she can see the picture.
Excerpt of a Conversation Between Two Children Upon Entering Their Home This Afternoon
Alexis: It smells like poop in here.
Timothy: No, that’s just dinner.
He was right. I’m hoping she was wrong.
